by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side
Language: English 
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,
  In valleys green and cool;
And all her hope and all her pride
  Are in the village school. 

Her soul, like the transparent air
  That robes the hills above,
Though not of earth, encircles there
  All things with arms of love. 

And thus she walks among her girls
  With praise and mild rebukes;
Subduing e'en rude village churls
  By her angelic looks. 

She reads to them at eventide
  Of One who came to save;
To cast the captive's chains aside
  And liberate the slave. 

And oft the blessed time foretells
  When all men shall be free;
And musical, as silver bells,
  Their falling chains shall be. 

And following her beloved Lord,
  In decent poverty,
She makes her life one sweet record
  And deed of charity. 

For she was rich, and gave up all
  To break the iron bands
Of those who waited in her hall,
  And labored in her lands. 

Long since beyond the Southern Sea
  Their outbound sails have sped,
While she, in meek humility,
  Now earns her daily bread. 

It is their prayers, which never cease,
  That clothe her with such grace;
Their blessing is the light of peace
  That shines upon her face.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • RUS Russian (Русский) (Mikhail Larionovich Mikhailov) , "Благая часть, яже не отымется", first published 1861


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Text added to the website: 2008-06-10 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:44
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Word count: 202