April Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

LOCKERBIE STREET

FOR THE BIRTHDAY OF JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY, OCTOBER 7, 1914.


 

LOCKERBIE STREET is a little street,
Just one block long;
But the days go there with a magical air,
The whole year long.
The sun in his journey across the sky
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Slows his car as he passes by;
The sighing wind and the grieving rain
Change their tune and cease to complain;
And the birds have a wonderful call that seems
Like a street-cry out of the land of dreams;
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For there the real and the make-believe meet.
Time does not hurry in Lockerbie Street.

Lockerbie Street is a little street,
Only one block long;
But the moonlight there is strange and fair

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All the year long,
As ever it was in old romance,
When fairies would sing and fauns would dance,
Proving this earth is subject still
To a blithesome wonder-working Will,
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Spreading beauty over the land,
That every beholder may understand
How glory shines round the Mercy-seat.
That is the gospel of Lockerbie Street.

Lockerbie Street is a little street,

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Only one block long,
A little apart, yet near the heart
Of the city’s throng.
If you are a stranger looking to find
Respite and cheer for soul and mind,
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And have lost your way, and would inquire
For a street that will lead to Heart’s Desire,—
To a place where the spirit is never old,
And gladness and love are worth more than gold,—
Ask the first boy or girl you meet!
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Everyone knows where is Lockerbie Street.

Lockerbie Street is a little street,
Only one block long;
But never a street in all the world,
In story or song,

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Is better beloved by old and young;
For there a poet has lived and sung,
Wise as an angel, glad as a bird,
Fearless and fond in every word,
Many a year. And if you would know
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The secret of joy and the cure of woe,—
How to be gentle and brave and sweet,—
Ask your way to Lockerbie Street.