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A New England Girlhood, Outlined from Memory (Beverly, MA)
·
Lucy Larcom
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Some
of
the
old
hymns
did
seem
to
lend
us
wings,
so
full
were
they
of
aspiration
and
hope
and
courage.
To
a
little
child,
reading
them
or
hearing
them
sung
was
like
being
caught
up
in
a
strong
man's
arms,
to
gaze
upon
some
wonderful
landscape.
These
climbing
and
flying
hymns,--how
well
I
remember
them,
although
they
were
among
the
first
I
learned!
They
are
of
the
kind
that
can
never
wear
out.
We
all
know
them
by
their
first
lines,--
"Awake,
our
souls!
away,
our
fears!"
"Up
to
the
hills
I
lift
mine
eyes."
"There
is
a
land
of
pure
delight."
"Rise,
my
soul,
and
stretch
thy
wings,
Thy
better
portion
trace!"
How
the
meeting-house
rafters
used
to
ring
to
that
last
hymn,
sung
to
the
tune
of
"Amsterdam!"
Sometimes
it
seemed
as
if
the
very
roof
was
lifted
off,--nay,
the
roof
of
the
sky
itself--as
if
the
music
had
burst
an
entrance
for
our
souls
into
the
heaven
of
heavens.
I
loved
to
learn
the
glad
hymns,
and
there
were
scores
of
them.
They
come
flocking
back
through
the
years,
like
birds
that
are
full
of
the
music
of
an
immortal
spring!
"Come,
let
us
join
our
cheerful
songs
With
angels
round
the
throne."
"Love
divine,
all
love
excelling;
Joy
of
heaven,
to
earth
come
down."
"Joy
to
the
world!
the
Lord
is
come!"
"Hark!
the
song
of
jubilee,
Loud
as
mighty
thunders'
roar,
Or
the
fullness
of
the
sea
When
it
breaks
upon
the
shore!
"Hallelujah!
for
the
Lord
God
Omnipotent
shall
reign!
Hallelujah!
let
the
word
Echo
round
the
earth
and
main."
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