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Music:  Farewell To Mystic Harbor

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Friday's Journal
Autumn in New England
Most of the photos on this page were taken in Massachusetts, but there are a few from
New Hampshire.  Since I was visiting New England, I searched for a poem written by a
native of the region and came away with one of my favorite poets and one of my
favorite poems:  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's "The Day is Done."  -- Nancy
The Day is Done  (An excerpt)

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist;

A feeling of sadness and longing
That is not akin to pain
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come read to me some poem
Some simple and heartfelt lay
That shall soothe this restless feeling
And banish the thoughts of day.

Read from some humbler poet
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who through long days of labor
And nights devoid of ease
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.

-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow