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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hoosier Folk-Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hoosier Folk-Child--all unsung--<br>Unlettered all of mind and tongue;<br>Unmastered, unmolested--made<br>Most wholly frank and unafraid:<br>Untaught of any school--unvexed<br>Of law or creed--all unperplexed--<br>Unsermoned, aye, and undefiled,<br>An all imperfect-perfect child--<br>A type which (Heaven forgive us!) you<br>And I do tardy honor to,<br>And so, profane the sanctities<br>Of our most sacred memories.<br>Who, growing thus from boy to man,<br>That dares not be American?<br>Go, Pride, with prudent underbuzz--<br>Go _whistle_! as the Folk-Child does.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hoosier Folk-Child's world is not<br>Much wider than the stable-lot<br>Between the house and highway fence<br>That bounds the home his father rents.<br>His playmates mostly are the ducks<br>And chickens, and the boy that 'shucks<br>Corn by the shock,' and talks of town,<br>And whether eggs are 'up' or 'down,'<br>And prophesies in boastful tone<br>Of 'owning horses of his own,'<br>And 'being his own man,' and 'when<br>He gets to be, what he'll do then.'--<br>Takes out his jack-knife dreamily<br>And makes the Folk-Child two or three<br>Crude corn-stalk figures,--a wee span<br>Of horses and a little man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hoosier Folk-Child's eyes are wise<br>And wide and round as Brownies' eyes:<br>The smile they wear is ever blent<br>With all-expectant wonderment,--<br>On homeliest things they bend a look<br>As rapt as o'er a picture-book,<br>And seem to ask, whate'er befall,<br>The happy reason of it all:--<br>Why grass is all so glad a green,<br>And leaves--and what their lispings mean;--<br>Why buds grow on the boughs, and why<br>They burst in blossom by and by--<br>As though the orchard in the breeze<br>Had shook and popped its _popcorn-trees_,<br>To lure and whet, as well they might,<br>Some seven-league giant's appetite!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hoosier Folk-Child's chubby face<br>Has scant refinement, caste or grace,--<br>From crown to chin, and cheek to cheek,<br>It bears the grimy water-streak<br>Of rinsings such as some long rain<br>Might drool across the window-pane<br>Wherethrough he peers, with troubled frown,<br>As some lorn team drives by for town.<br>His brow is elfed with wispish hair,<br>With tangles in it here and there,<br>As though the warlocks snarled it so<br>At midmirk when the moon sagged low,<br>And boughs did toss and skreek and shake,<br>And children moaned themselves awake,<br>With fingers clutched, and starting sight<br>Blind as the blackness of the night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hoosier Folk-Child!--Rich is he<br>In all the wealth of poverty!<br>He owns nor title nor estate,<br>Nor speech but half articulate,--<br>He owns nor princely robe nor crown;--<br>Yet, draped in patched and faded brown,<br>He owns the bird-songs of the hills--<br>The laughter of the April rills;<br>And his are all the diamonds set.<br>In Morning's dewy coronet,--<br>And his the Dusk's first minted stars<br>That twinkle through the pasture-bars,<br>And litter all the skies at night<br>With glittering scraps of silver light;--<br>The rainbow's bar, from rim to rim,<br>In beaten gold, belongs to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Unlettered all of mind and tongue;
Unmastered, unmolested--made
Most wholly frank and unafraid:
Untaught of any school--unvexed
Of law or creed--all unperplexed--
Unsermoned, aye, and undefiled,
An all imperfec..."></div>
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