PAUPACK
Whitherwaters, gently flowingIn thy rocky channel-race,Yet anon more noisy growingO’er the stones which stay thy pace—Gentle waters, whither going?Laughing louder as they hurried,Making music as they ran,Deeper still the rock they furrowedAnd a stolen run beganHalf in cliffs and chasms buried.Through the narrows flung they churning,Leaped they in a mad cascadeAnd a bedded boulder spurningThey a misty iris made,Spray to fitful spectrum turning.Wildling waters thus romancingThrough the gorge in joy’s career,Wooded witchery enhancing,Paupack picturesque and dear,Haste thee onward ever dancing!Let thy pilgrimage and laughterQuicken an Algonquin veinTill the lure I follow afterFlushes every sense againLike the freshet of the water;Till, O Paupack, each erosionOf my nature is at floodWith a primitive emotion,With an impulse of the blood,Singing on towards the ocean!
Whitherwaters, gently flowingIn thy rocky channel-race,Yet anon more noisy growingO’er the stones which stay thy pace—Gentle waters, whither going?Laughing louder as they hurried,Making music as they ran,Deeper still the rock they furrowedAnd a stolen run beganHalf in cliffs and chasms buried.Through the narrows flung they churning,Leaped they in a mad cascadeAnd a bedded boulder spurningThey a misty iris made,Spray to fitful spectrum turning.Wildling waters thus romancingThrough the gorge in joy’s career,Wooded witchery enhancing,Paupack picturesque and dear,Haste thee onward ever dancing!Let thy pilgrimage and laughterQuicken an Algonquin veinTill the lure I follow afterFlushes every sense againLike the freshet of the water;Till, O Paupack, each erosionOf my nature is at floodWith a primitive emotion,With an impulse of the blood,Singing on towards the ocean!
Whitherwaters, gently flowingIn thy rocky channel-race,Yet anon more noisy growingO’er the stones which stay thy pace—Gentle waters, whither going?
Whitherwaters, gently flowing
In thy rocky channel-race,
Yet anon more noisy growing
O’er the stones which stay thy pace—
Gentle waters, whither going?
Laughing louder as they hurried,Making music as they ran,Deeper still the rock they furrowedAnd a stolen run beganHalf in cliffs and chasms buried.
Laughing louder as they hurried,
Making music as they ran,
Deeper still the rock they furrowed
And a stolen run began
Half in cliffs and chasms buried.
Through the narrows flung they churning,Leaped they in a mad cascadeAnd a bedded boulder spurningThey a misty iris made,Spray to fitful spectrum turning.
Through the narrows flung they churning,
Leaped they in a mad cascade
And a bedded boulder spurning
They a misty iris made,
Spray to fitful spectrum turning.
Wildling waters thus romancingThrough the gorge in joy’s career,Wooded witchery enhancing,Paupack picturesque and dear,Haste thee onward ever dancing!
Wildling waters thus romancing
Through the gorge in joy’s career,
Wooded witchery enhancing,
Paupack picturesque and dear,
Haste thee onward ever dancing!
Let thy pilgrimage and laughterQuicken an Algonquin veinTill the lure I follow afterFlushes every sense againLike the freshet of the water;
Let thy pilgrimage and laughter
Quicken an Algonquin vein
Till the lure I follow after
Flushes every sense again
Like the freshet of the water;
Till, O Paupack, each erosionOf my nature is at floodWith a primitive emotion,With an impulse of the blood,Singing on towards the ocean!
Till, O Paupack, each erosion
Of my nature is at flood
With a primitive emotion,
With an impulse of the blood,
Singing on towards the ocean!