JUNE ON THE MERRIMAC.
O dwellers in the stately towns,
What come ye out to see?
This common earth, this common sky,
This water flowing free?
What come ye out to see?
This common earth, this common sky,
This water flowing free?
As gayly as these kalmia flowers
Your dooryard blossoms spring;
As sweetly as these wild-wood birds
Your cagèd minstrels sing.
Your dooryard blossoms spring;
As sweetly as these wild-wood birds
Your cagèd minstrels sing.
You find but common bloom and green,
The rippling river's rune,
The beauty which is everywhere
Beneath the skies of June;
The rippling river's rune,
The beauty which is everywhere
Beneath the skies of June;
The Hawkswood oaks, the storm-torn plumes
Of old pine-forest kings,
Beneath whose century-woven shade
Deer Island's mistress sings.
Of old pine-forest kings,
Beneath whose century-woven shade
Deer Island's mistress sings.
And here are pictured Artichoke,
And Curson's bowery mill;
And Pleasant Valley smiles between
The river and the hill.
And Curson's bowery mill;
And Pleasant Valley smiles between
The river and the hill.
