47. MOLLY BARBER, HONEST CHAUGHAM.

To-day the place is calm and still,

Save the ripple of the Tunxis,

Or zephyrs sighing on the hill —

Voices from the Indian village.

Ye who love the ancient legends

Ye who read the ancient stories,

Ye who visit ancient places,

Linger in the Peoples’ Forest

On the side of Ragged Mountain

In the town of fair Barkhamsted.

Listen as the breezes whisper,

“Molly Barber — Honest Chaugham.”

Wander through the lonely graveyard

Where the silent dead are resting,

Pause beside the empty cellars;

Listen to the Tunxis flowing

Slowly southward through the forest.

Here it was on Ragged Mountain

Years ago that Molly Barber,

With her spouse, the Honest Chaugham

Built her home and reared her children.

On the river and the hill-side

Float the echoes of their voices,

In the murmur of the waters,

In the winds that sway the branches,

In the breeze that whispers sadly,

In the silence of the forest.