Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | October 29, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: To the St. Lawrence

by  Caroline Howard Gilman (1794 – 1888).

To the St. Lawrence

River of thousand isles ! in graceful glee
Has nature thrown around her gems of green.
Where summer skies look downward joyfully,
And sheltering trees erect their wavy screen,
And waters flow, laving each emerald shrine,
While nature dwells, lone, silent and divine.

Bird calls to bird from out these islets fair,
Unheard man’s death gun, and unfelt his snare.
And flowers spring up, nor fear a cultured doom,
Bright families of beauty and perfume.
Farewell ! a first, last gaze, I take a parting spell ;
Thou ’rt woven round my heart and now, farewell !



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