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Poems (Markham)/Lines

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4642204Poems — LinesElizabeth Markham
Lines Composed whilst the Lot Whitcomb made her first ascent of the Rapids.
  Lot Whitcomb is coming!
  Her banners are flying—
She walks up the rapids with speed;
  She ploughs through the water,
  Her steps never falter—
Oh! that's independence, indeed.
  Old and young rush to meet her,
  Male and female, to greet her,
And the waves lash the shore as they pass.
  Oh! she's welcome, thrice welcome,
  To Oregon City;
Lot Whitcomb is with us at last.
  Success to the Steamer,
  Her Captain and crew;
She has our best wishes attained.
  Oh! that she may never
  While running this river
Fall back on the sand bar again.
E. M.
Oregon Spectator, June 5, 1851.