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Thursday, January 20, 2011

"Among the Pines" by Lucy Maud Montgomery


Cabin in Dan Nicholas Park, Salisbury, NC 
 Well, for me, growing up in the middle of a forest of coastal pines was not always so much fun.  I have raked my share of pine cones from out of my Mother's yard, and to boot, if you've ever stepped on the burry seed of the pine tree in your bare feet, you know it well.  Still, there is a peace to be found among the sentinels of pines that we live amongst in the Croatan Forest.  The photo, not of Croatan but taken from a window in a cabin at Dan Nicholas Park in Salisbury, still captures the meaning of the hallowedness of living amongst the groves of our coastal pines--as does Maud's poem....



The Journals of Lucy Maud Montgomery line the bookshelf in this cabin in the pines  
 Among the Pines

Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken
Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine,
Timbrel of falling waters, sounds all soft and sonorous,
Worshipful litanies sung at a bannered shrine.

Deep let us breathe the ripeness and savor of balsam,
Tears that the pines have wept in sorrow sweet,
With its aroma comes beguilement of things forgotten,
Long-past hopes of the years on tip-toeing feet.

Far in the boskiest glen of this wood is a dream and a silence­
Come, we shall claim them ours ere look we long;
A dream that we dreamed and lost, a silence richly hearted,
Deep at its lyric core with the soul of a song.

If there be storm, it will thunder a march in the branches,
So that our feet may keep true time as we go;
If there be rain, it will laugh, it will glisten, and beckon,
Calling to us as a friend all lightly and low.

If it be night, the moonlight will wander winsomely with us,
If it be hour of dawn, all heaven will bloom,
If it be sunset, it's glow will enfold and pursue us.
To the remotest valley of purple gloom.

Lo! the pine wood is a temple where the days meet to worship,
Laying their cark and care for the nonce aside,
God, who made it, keeps it as a witness to Him forever,
Walking in it, as a garden, at eventide.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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