SUSQUEHANNA
57
How oft in childhood I have idly played
Along thy brink,
And watched the lazy cattle as they strayed
To lave and drink.
Along thy brink,
And watched the lazy cattle as they strayed
To lave and drink.
Each pebble from thy shore was stored away
With greatest care
And mussel shells, broken and brown with clay,
Were treasures rare.
With greatest care
And mussel shells, broken and brown with clay,
Were treasures rare.
In later years, when 'neath the moon asilver sheet
Thy waters lay,
How oft have love-songs, low and sweet,
Been borne away
Thy waters lay,
How oft have love-songs, low and sweet,
Been borne away
On the night wind, as a light boat
Sped o'er thy breast,
When all was silent, save the night-bird's note
Of vague unrest.
Sped o'er thy breast,
When all was silent, save the night-bird's note
Of vague unrest.
