This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: .wealth, The dream of Ponce de Leon, The springs of youth and health, Where artists, workers, poets, The city-wearied, come To breathe the balm and freedom Of Nature's restful home And will ye dare despoil us Or pull our glory down, The Plea of the Mountains Our shoulders tree-dismantle, Our hoary brows discrown, Till those who here have worshipped, Our lovers of old days, Bow down their heads in sorrow And leave our haunted ways? Is there not left within you The sense of beauty's charm? Have you no ears for hearing The pine-harp's wind-swept psalm? Have you no eyes for seeing What glads the poet's eyes, When through the glow of sunset The evening stars arise? Oh, if the souls within you Are dead to beauty's lore, Are you so avarice-blinded Ye cannot look before? Behold your rivers shrunken, Your farms and marts decayed, --God pity you when mourning The havoc ye have made O people of New England, Town, village, hill and plain, Your birth-right will ye barter And count the pottage gain? The Plea of the Mountains Spare ye our ancient glory And for the pilgrim feet Of your world-weary people Keep, keep this one retreat Carcassonne From the French of Gustave Nadaud. I'M sixty years; I 'm getting old; I 've been hard-working all my life, But yet could never grasp and hold My heart's one wish, with all my strife. I see now well that here below All one's desires are granted none; My dream will ne'er fulfilment know, I never have seen Carcassonne.

From yonder hill one sees where lies The town beyond the mountains blue; But he to reach the place who tries Must five long leagues his way pursue. Then't is as many to return: Oh had the vintage fairly done The grape crop's failure I must learn, So may not look on Carcassonne. 96 Carcassonne They say that every day is .