SACO FALLS.
Rush on, bold stream! thou sendest up
Brave notes to all the woods around,
When morning beams are gathering fast,
And hushed is every human sound
I stand beneath the sombre hill,
The stars are dim o'er fount and rill,
And still I hear thy waters play,
In welcome music, far away.
Dash on, bold stream! I love the roar
Thou sendest up from rock and shore.
Brave notes to all the woods around,
When morning beams are gathering fast,
And hushed is every human sound
I stand beneath the sombre hill,
The stars are dim o'er fount and rill,
And still I hear thy waters play,
In welcome music, far away.
Dash on, bold stream! I love the roar
Thou sendest up from rock and shore.
'Tis night in heaven,—the rustling leaves
Are whispering of the coming storm,
And thundering down the river's bed
I see thy lengthened, darkling form;
Are whispering of the coming storm,
And thundering down the river's bed
I see thy lengthened, darkling form;
