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HISTORY OF OREGON LITERATURE
The song a thrust left on the hill;
Thro' fir-arcaded silences
The lyric laughter of a rill.
Thro' fir-arcaded silences
The lyric laughter of a rill.
The rosy nun, Calypso sweet,
In twin-flower cloisters set,
Telling a dew-drop rosary;
The eglantine
And the columbine
And the violet;
The dogwood stars of velvet snow
Thro' hemlock ways that glow;
And, hardy comrade of the pioneer,
The fireweed flinging Color far
To beautify and cheer.
In twin-flower cloisters set,
Telling a dew-drop rosary;
The eglantine
And the columbine
And the violet;
The dogwood stars of velvet snow
Thro' hemlock ways that glow;
And, hardy comrade of the pioneer,
The fireweed flinging Color far
To beautify and cheer.
The brilliant stars that, falling, flash
God's word along the night
To white peaks shining on the sky;
The opaline glow
Of the rainbow,
Tremulous, bright,
Spanning the laurelled River-of-Dreams,
The mystical River-of-Dreams,
That bore the ship so dear to me
Thro' orchards heavy with fragrant bloom
Down to the far blue calling sea.
God's word along the night
To white peaks shining on the sky;
The opaline glow
Of the rainbow,
Tremulous, bright,
Spanning the laurelled River-of-Dreams,
The mystical River-of-Dreams,
That bore the ship so dear to me
Thro' orchards heavy with fragrant bloom
Down to the far blue calling sea.
Heart that once loves thee, Oregon,
Must love thee thro' the years;
And at the very thought of thee
The old desire,
Passion and fire,
Burns failure's tears.
River that bore my ship away,
Blue of my skies has turned to gray . . .
But somehow, somewhere, out in the sea,
Thou wilt find my dreams of the Long Ago
And bring them back to me.
Must love thee thro' the years;
And at the very thought of thee
The old desire,
Passion and fire,
Burns failure's tears.
River that bore my ship away,
Blue of my skies has turned to gray . . .
But somehow, somewhere, out in the sea,
Thou wilt find my dreams of the Long Ago
And bring them back to me.
