Poems of America . pread though far and long may be my track,It is never too far for looking back;And I see them, — see them, over the sea,As I saw them when youth still dwelt vrith me, —The brown-eyed girls of Jersey ! They are Quakers, half, — half maids of Spain;Half Yankees, with fiery Southern brain;They are English, French, — they are Irish elves;They are better than all, in being themselves !They are coaxing tilings,—then wild and coy;They are full of tears, — full of mirth and madden the brain, like rich old wine:And no wonder at all if they ve maddened mine, —Those
Poems of America . pread though far and long may be my track,It is never too far for looking back;And I see them, — see them, over the sea,As I saw them when youth still dwelt vrith me, —The brown-eyed girls of Jersey ! They are Quakers, half, — half maids of Spain;Half Yankees, with fiery Southern brain;They are English, French, — they are Irish elves;They are better than all, in being themselves !They are coaxing tilings,—then wild and coy;They are full of tears, — full of mirth and madden the brain, like rich old wine:And no wonder at all if they ve maddened mine, —Those brown-eyed girls of Jersey! Some day, when distant enough my track,To the Land of the Free I shall wander back;And if not too gray, both heart and hair,To win the regard of a thing so fair, —•I shall try the power of the blarney-stoneIn making some darling girl my o^vn,—Some darling girl, that still may beKeeping all her beauty and grace for me, —Some brown-eyed girl of Jersey ! Henry Morford,. Came the duu files of Krisheims home-bound cows. See page INTRODUCTORY. PENNSYLVANIA. NEVER in tenderer quiet lapsed tlie dayErom Pennsylvanias vales of spring away,Where, forest-walled, the seattered hamlets lay Along the wedded rivers. One long barOf purple cloud, on wliich the evening starShone like a jewel on a scimitar. Held the skys golden gateway. Through the deepHush of the woods a murmur seemed to creep,The Schuylkill whispering in a voice of sleep. All else was still. The oxen from their ploughsRested at last, and from their long days browseCame the dun files of Krisheims home-bound cows. And the young city, round Avliose virgin zoneThe rivers hke two mighty arms were by the smoke of evening fires alone. Lay in the distance, lovely even thenWith its fair women and its stately menGracing the forest court of William Pemi, Urban yet sylvan; in its rough-hewn framesOf oak and pine the dryads held their claims,And lent its streets their pleasant w
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