And summer veil of floating spray,
Behold the land of your emprise,
Serene as tender twilight skies
When day is swooning into gloam!
It is the morning twilight now
That wraps the valley's misted brow;
The bourgeoning of blooming dawn—
The reveille of Oregon!
How brightly on your vision first
The pictured vales and woodlands burst,—
The lakelets set like twinkling gems
Along the prairie's pleated hems,—
The silver brooks and rippled sweeps
Of loit'ring rivers here and there,
And many a waterfall that leaps
In rainbow garlands through the air,—
The skirted maples and the groves
Of oak, the mild home-spirit loves,—
Enamelled plains and crenelled hills
And tangled skeins of brooks and rills,
Imperial forest of the fir,
All redolent of musk and myrrh,
That fling and furl their banners old,
And still their gloomy secret hold
As Time his cloudy censer fills.
Behold the land of your emprise,
Serene as tender twilight skies
When day is swooning into gloam!
It is the morning twilight now
That wraps the valley's misted brow;
The bourgeoning of blooming dawn—
The reveille of Oregon!
How brightly on your vision first
The pictured vales and woodlands burst,—
The lakelets set like twinkling gems
Along the prairie's pleated hems,—
The silver brooks and rippled sweeps
Of loit'ring rivers here and there,
And many a waterfall that leaps
In rainbow garlands through the air,—
The skirted maples and the groves
Of oak, the mild home-spirit loves,—
Enamelled plains and crenelled hills
And tangled skeins of brooks and rills,
Imperial forest of the fir,
All redolent of musk and myrrh,
That fling and furl their banners old,
And still their gloomy secret hold
As Time his cloudy censer fills.
***
Where the foothills are wooing the meadow
In the dimples that dally and pass,
And the oak swings an indolent shadow
On the daisies that dial the grass,—
In the dimples that dally and pass,
And the oak swings an indolent shadow
On the daisies that dial the grass,—
