NANCY'S BROOK.
The following story was related to the writer on the spot, when on a journey to the White Mountains.
Stay! traveller, through the mountain pass;
Rest thee within this flowery nook;
Here listen to the thrush's song,
And the sweet sound of Nancy's brook.
Rest thee within this flowery nook;
Here listen to the thrush's song,
And the sweet sound of Nancy's brook.
Traveller, I will a story tell,
From tradition's living book,
Of how this gentle streamlet here
Received the name of Nancy's brook.
From tradition's living book,
Of how this gentle streamlet here
Received the name of Nancy's brook.
Within this mountain's giant arms,
In days gone by, two lovers dwelt;
And all love knows of truth and joy,
These faithful cottage lovers felt.
In days gone by, two lovers dwelt;
And all love knows of truth and joy,
These faithful cottage lovers felt.
Nancy was pure as yon blue sky,
And sweet and fresh as this wild flower;
Her smile made glad the wilderness,
Her beauty was her only dower.
And sweet and fresh as this wild flower;
Her smile made glad the wilderness,
Her beauty was her only dower.
