Again its busy streets encompass me—
Their outlines never looked so full and clear.
Shop, factory, office, church and clattering mill;
The trim red school-house smiling from the hill;
The mimic river with its placid tide,
The quaint old graveyard lingering by its side;
And all the home-made dramas of the past,
Are acted over with a mellower grace;
The wedding-bells that rang so loud and fast—