Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NEW HAMPSHIRE, by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT


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First Line: The harvest of our hills is not their corn
Last Line: The harvest of our hills is in the soul.
Subject(s): New Hampshire


The harvest of our hills is not their corn,
Sweet maple sap, or fragrant riven pine.
These granite outcrops feed few sheep or kine;
Unshepherded the flocks by beasts are torn.
Here is no wealth by sudden effort born,
From field or forest, river, mill or mine;
Her sons for cities or rich soil resign
Their brown, bare farms, unyielding and forlorn.
But where Chocorua lifts its serrate peak
Sharp into heaven above the heart-shaped lake,
Abundant crops, unseen, clothe every knoll.
Here city-burdened lives their birthright seek;
A perfumed peace with every breath they take, --
The harvest of our hills is in the soul.





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