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to Clackamas, for to build a stone bridge, and for to erect a powerful fine state house ; the brick's now making, close by.
Well, they are much needed, truly. Any thing else?
Oh, yes ! he's going for to kick that liquor law to thunder, and he's deadly opposed to taxing litigants, from principle, I know; won't you vote for him 'squire?
I'll think of it.
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May Morning In Oregon
"For the Spectator." Oregon Spectator, Vol. 1, No. 9
May 28, 1846
Oh, well I remember those sunny mornings—
Those sweet lovely mornings in May,
With blackbirds sweet singing, and flowers gaily flinging
Their fragrance in silence away.
Those sweet lovely mornings in May,
With blackbirds sweet singing, and flowers gaily flinging
Their fragrance in silence away.
The deer, from the forests, now venture to sally
To crop the new grass of the mead:
The wolves, tired of hunting, no longer will dally,
And for sleep to their dens quickly speed.
To crop the new grass of the mead:
The wolves, tired of hunting, no longer will dally,
And for sleep to their dens quickly speed.
The farmer, his wheat which was sown in the fall,
Leans over his fence to admire;
"The ploughing and sowing is done for this spring;
Boys, the oxen some rest do require.
Leans over his fence to admire;
"The ploughing and sowing is done for this spring;
Boys, the oxen some rest do require.
Unyoke them and turn them adrift with the mules;
'Till harvest we'll not need them again;"
Now see them released from their fetters and toils
Go bounding away o'er the plain.
'Till harvest we'll not need them again;"
Now see them released from their fetters and toils
Go bounding away o'er the plain.
The gardens how fair! the green leaves just peeping
O'er the earth which the dew has refreshed,
Whose heart is not warmed, when their beauties beholding—
Has winter still locked in his breast.
O'er the earth which the dew has refreshed,
Whose heart is not warmed, when their beauties beholding—
Has winter still locked in his breast.
