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“Pleasant View in Winter”

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    My readings took me to the Poems of Grace White, a Christian Scientist, who lived in New York. She wrote a Poem for each season and I wanted to share what she wrote about “Pleasant View in Winter” (Pleasant View being Mrs. Eddy’s home in Concord, New Hampshire)


    “Pleasant View in Winter”

    “On bush and tree and bare brown earth
    The glistening snow the wind is heaping,
    And far beyond the sloping hills
    The lengthening shadows now are creeping.
    From out the garden’s frosty beds
    No flower faces now are peeping.
    Beneath its shining icy covers
    The little pond is soundly sleeping.”


    Grace White wrote four poems, one for each season, from the perspective of life at Pleasant View. Since there is no history that has surfaced about her connection with Pleasant View, I have to think that she traveled there with the purpose of recording the seasons, as they would have been witnessed by those, who called Pleasant View their home, in order to share with those who read the Journal.

    POEM MAY 6, 1905 ISSUE
    [Written for the Sentinel.]
    Pleasant View in Spring


    Broad meadows clothed with tenderest green,
    And patient trees their leaves just showing.
    The little ice-bound pond awake,
    All sun-kissed ripples from soft breezes blowing.
    From distant tree-tops gaily ringing
    The song of homing birds is flowing;
    While high above in sunny skies
    Are stately full-rigged cloud-ships going.

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