The Merrimac from Laurel Hill
And if, unknown to us, sweet days
Of June like this must come,
Unseen of us, these laurels clothe
The river-banks with bloom;
Of June like this must come,
Unseen of us, these laurels clothe
The river-banks with bloom;
And these green paths must soon be trod
By other feet than ours,
Full long may annual pilgrims come
To keep the Feast of Flowers.
June on the Merrimac.
By other feet than ours,
Full long may annual pilgrims come
To keep the Feast of Flowers.
June on the Merrimac.
