"On Schuylkill's banks how sweet to rove! Fidelia by my side; The nymphs and swains in every grove Walk like bridegroom and bride. "Behold yon cott in gayest mood! Doth cleave the silver wave; ‘Whilst boys behind each corps of wood, Their limbs do freely lave.
"The variegated hills and dales! Are drest in lively green; The orchards and embroider'd vales, With richest flowers are seen.
"The little lasses dance and sing! And in the alcoves play; All nature now is on the wing! In all the pride of May."
"A Song for St. Tammany's Day.
ReplyDelete"On Schuylkill's banks how sweet to rove!
Fidelia by my side;
The nymphs and swains in every grove
Walk like bridegroom and bride.
"Behold yon cott in gayest mood!
Doth cleave the silver wave;
‘Whilst boys behind each corps of wood,
Their limbs do freely lave.
"The variegated hills and dales!
Are drest in lively green;
The orchards and embroider'd vales,
With richest flowers are seen.
"The little lasses dance and sing!
And in the alcoves play;
All nature now is on the wing!
In all the pride of May."
Kawanio che Keeteru!
Don't forget to send that guy a stipend. I'm sure he'll pass it along to whoever wrote this.
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