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HISTORY OF OREGON LITERATURE
When round the bowl of vanished years,
We talk of joyous seeming,
And smiles that might as well be tears,
So faint and sad their beaming,
While mem'ry brings us back again,
Each early tie that twin'd us,
O sweet the cup that circles then,
To those we've left behind us.
We talk of joyous seeming,
And smiles that might as well be tears,
So faint and sad their beaming,
While mem'ry brings us back again,
Each early tie that twin'd us,
O sweet the cup that circles then,
To those we've left behind us.
And when in other climes we meet,
Some isle or vale enchanting,
Where all looks wild, flowery and sweet,
And naught but love is wanting,
We think how great had been our bliss,
If heaven had but assigned us
To live and die mid scenes like this,
With some we've left behind us.
Some isle or vale enchanting,
Where all looks wild, flowery and sweet,
And naught but love is wanting,
We think how great had been our bliss,
If heaven had but assigned us
To live and die mid scenes like this,
With some we've left behind us.
Yet we have made a home once more,
In the Willamette valley,
And all the boys, both rich and poor,
May go and court Miss Sally,
As to myself, I count me blest,
If you will all excuse me,
To ease the pain that's in my breast,
I'll go and court Miss Susy.
In the Willamette valley,
And all the boys, both rich and poor,
May go and court Miss Sally,
As to myself, I count me blest,
If you will all excuse me,
To ease the pain that's in my breast,
I'll go and court Miss Susy.
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The Cascade Mountains
In Oregon Spectator, Vol. 1, No. 20, October 29, 1846, G. L. Curry, Editor
"A chosen band in a mountain land,
And a life in the woods for me."
And a life in the woods for me."
It was a delightful day in August, we had made our noon day halt at a brooklet that babied away at a very pleasant rate, between two ridges of the mountains, and in an hour's ride therefrom we entered the dense and extensive forests
