Have no fear the gramma is here
Save the spring from its annual fireside nook,
Amid its winter purple guise to minister
Softly to the presence that flashes on her cloud?
Hither from morn to sunset her downward ranges,
Treading the pleasant harvest of her mountain crime,
Lingering and wandering o'er her lonely trust,
Breaking the twilight of the pleasant dream of Love!
Farewell! another hour of this brief hour
The hills of spring are dearest to our flower!
WE wait the songs in every wintry morning,
Raying out the city from its sunny valleys,
Singing the pleasant pleasant music in her cloud,—
Dropping her sweet footsteps down the rocky bower!
City of my pride! between the western murmur
Where the great hills of Familiar forests seem,
Bearing in thy towers beneath the lazy pines.
Rare ancient ancient slope of winter wilderness,
Wail of desolate voices in thy thoughtful air
Making thy glad torrent with perpetual prayer,
Wearing the Thine time for the sacred company,
Rested in the eternal quiet of Thy prayer.
Mother from our little realm the long lament,
Fulfilling our loved voices from our native land.
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