All past and vanquished in this sullen cold,
By sombre grays and browns, dead white and black.
The tall-spired meeting-house, the school,
The stiff white houses built by rigid rule,
Even the village store,
With hospitable, easily-opened door;
And their human owners reared in godly fear,
Austere, repressed,
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How it all lies, before our modern eyes,