Kelly Shimo

“…to his blurred vision, it seemed as if there were gold on the floor in front of the hearth. Gold! -- his own gold -- brought back to him as mysteriously as it had been taken away! He felt his heart beat violently, and for a few moments he was unable to stretch out his hand and grasp the restored treasure. The heap of gold seemed to glow and get larger beneath his agitated gaze. He leaned forward at last, and stretched forth his hand; but instead of the hard coin with the familiar resisting outline, his fingers encountered soft warm curls. In utter amazement, Silas fell on his knees and bent his head low to examine the marvel: it was a sleeping child -- a round, fair thing, with soft yellow rings all over its head, (Eliot

111-112). “

Sleep, little Baby, sleep;The holy Angels love thee,And guard thy bed, and keepA blessed watch above thee.

Eppie had a larger garden than she had ever expected there now; and in other ways there had been alterations at the expense of Mr. Cass, the landlord, to suit Silas's larger family. For he and Eppie had declared that they would rather stay at the Stone-pits than go to any new home. The garden was fenced with stones on two sides, but in front there was an open fence, through which the flowers shone with answering gladness, as the four united people came within sight of them.

"O father," said Eppie, "what a pretty home ours is! I think nobody could be happier than we are," (Eliot 173).

Tone: Cheerful, descriptive

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –           When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and

lush;           Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush         Through the echoing timber does so rinse and

wring         The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;   The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they

brush            The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush         With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their

fling. 

“EVEN people whose lives have been made various by learning, sometimes find it hard to keep a fast hold on their habitual views of life, on their faith in the Invisible, nay, on the sense that their past joys and sorrows are a real experience, when they are suddenly transported to a new land, where the beings around them know nothing of their history, and share none of their ideas -- where their mother earth shows another lap, and human life has other forms than those on which their souls have been nourished. Minds that have been unhinged from their old faith and love, which perhaps sought this Lethean influence of exile, in which the past becomes dreamy because its symbols have all vanished, and the present too is dreamy because it is linked with no memories,“(Eliot 17).

Wishful, hopeful.

Rest, rest, for evermoreUpon a mossy shore;Rest, rest at the heart's core

 Till time shall cease:Sleep that no pain shall wake;Night that no morn shall breakTill joy shall overtake       Her perfect peace.