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What the Carpenter
The moon's a cottage with a door
Some folks can see it plain
Look, you may catch a glint of light,

Their homage men pay to the mowing
Which does all the work of a dozen as one,
And, cutting a passageway smoothly and keen,
Keeps steadily on till its labor is done;

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,

I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the
Above the deep river-canyon
There was a little cataract crossed the path,    flinging
Over tree roots and rocks, shaking the jeweled fern-fronds, bright bubbling

Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone