  IN THE VILLAGE OF VIGER IN THE VILLAGE OF VIGER
BY DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT
BOSTON COPELAND AND DAY MDCCCXCVI ENTERED ACCORDING TO THE ACT OF CONGRESS IN THE YEAR 1896 BY COPELAND AND DAY, IN THE OFFICE OF THE LIBRARIAN OF CONGRESS AT WASHINGTON. TO MY DAUGHTER ELIZABETH DUNCAN SCOTT Robins and bobolinks bubbling and tinkling, Shore-larks alive there high in the blue, Level in the sunlight the rye-field twinkling, The wind parts the cloud and a star leaps through, Ferns at the spring-head curling cool and tender, Bloodroot in the tangle, violets by the larch, In the dusky evening the young moon slender, Glowing like a crocus in the dells of March; All a world of music, of laughter, and of lightness, Crushed to a diamond, rounded to a pearl, Moulded to a flower bell,—cannot match the brightness In the darling beauty of one sweet girl. I am indebted to Messrs. Charles Scribner’s Sons for permission to reprint several of these tales. D. C. S. Whoever has from toil and stress Put into ports of idleness, And watched the gleaming thistledown Wheel in the soft air lazily blown; Or leaning on the shady rail, Beneath the poplars, silver pale, Eyed in the shallow amber pools The black perch voyaging in schools; Or heard the fisherman outpour His strange and questionable lore, While the cream-blossomed basswood-trees Boomed like an organ with the bees; Or by blind fancy held aloof Has startled with prosaic hoof, Beneath the willows in the shade, The wooing of a pretty maid; And traced the sharp or genial air Of human nature everywhere: Might find perchance the wandered fire, Around St. Joseph’s sparkling spire; And wearied with the fume and strife, The complex joys and ills of life, Might for an hour his worry staunch, In pleasant Viger by the Blanche. CONTENTS
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