The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1872-09-05
BUsHKELL AND UNION FALLS.
nInu providence has cast cur lot
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ninu frovidence has cast cur LOT
Eeneah these charming skies;
Heaven has blessed this sacred spot.
With treasure es all should prize.
With solid wills OF lasting slate
Atrl ciIsll.SS beds OF ci,al,
Winch tiic Almighty dill create
For lie does a!l control.
Wi h houndirss reservoirs of oil.
Il TIRE IA withit the EARTH
THIS oh Ice f.ut land and varied soft
Fill u7 with c'iy-:r. al mi;th.
Here we rr.irc 81 quietly
'Hi'i natural parks aII,l g,cns:
Frniu Lies ncTcc war we seek To fee.
AMI concentrate our friends.
On these broad, rolling hills SO high.
With Union Falls below.
The voice Of waters ever nigh,
Ia songiul, constant now.
The laughing waters rush and roar.
More than ten thousand feet,
With tinted rainhows curtane,l DER
Their si'en'lorS all should greet
Cores ana caverns deep and long,
With towering cliffs on high
l1Sfire celestial, holy song
True praise should thrill the sky.
The rushing torrents roaring flood,
Fi:Ie mist and tinted spray
Tiiri ar'l INSPIRE our very blood,
Make US joyous and gay.
The hills are decked with evergreens.
There l1ty pines do grow;
TIL gOrges spread with varied scenes
or spendor far below.
Leaphng, meand'rng streams flow down
From towering hits above,
Through CrOitOt.S that forever frown,
Like natures God OF love.
kissing the winding, vine-clad shore.
At every crook and turn;
Moss rocks, and pebbles they flow Ger
Ecre we can think AMI learn.
Where speckied trout and tiny fish
Are dartiDg TO and Iru
oh. dear, kind reader, don't you wish
That you were living so?
Here we dwell on the rocky hills.
In thicky curtaned bowers.
Amid the purest crystal rills
And vivid, fragrant flowers
Here brilliant feathered songsters s'ng
OF life beyond the spheres:
With each creative, blooming Spr1nQ.
They greet our listening ears.
When earth is robed in brilliant green,
Decked DER with lovely fiowc:I
Celestial songsters can he seen,
Revealing in nuptial bowers.
Millions OF insects day and night,
Are swarmng through the ar;
They buzz and sing with all their might,
Their ravished love declare.
Bees work with restless energy,
From morn till dewy eve;
The most perfect community,
That lives, We do believe.
These hills are decked with countless flowers,
And berries OF every kind;
Delicious nuts grow i'll these bowers,
And game we also ind.
This is our Paradise OF love.
We live in peace and joy;
Look for all things to God above
His praise cur hearts employ.
Oar apiary OF earnest bees,
Garden of ofGrowing fruit;
Vast ponds Of speckled trout that please
Our strength and minds recruit
All should regard onr poultry yard
or Spanish chickens rare;
We labor hard not to retaTd,
The growth OF mind so lair.
Mind is the garden Of the soul,
And must be sown with truth,
Or age will swiftly onward roll,
Cursing neglected youth
Our choice grape vines, ounces and pears,
Small fruits OF many kinds,
Increase our constant toll and cares,
Still we write for all minds
Great peach orchards OF puddcd fruit,
Cover vast acres DER:
Graffel apples. HAT all men suit,
Delicious TO the core.
Grow on these rocky cliffs anl hills,
Vast. gently sutiig SdrS,
Along the adrg cry<tal Tiils,
And TuaIing i;vur t.:ies.
sIil'ions Of chcetruts crow and bloom,
Young hck'rirs fi;l the grove-,
Still | men here are ie'i With gloom,
Seeking fishes ami osyc>.
Negect the soil. ihcving they toll
From mora I'LL iio',p If hight:
Neg'l!'pfs enbr'ii thnS heaven foil,
Stealing is t!irir delight.
SOME l.s siIlil SI'.:tl, fIT'iiGs HcY
Quarrel. l'sckb:Te and fight:
Dishpne>L deal, IlrIs iheiT latc seal.
True love, peace, bliss, hercbli:ht.
In PRAYER we knecl. with holy zeal,
W0Ili truth alone reveal,
Nothing conceal. but all hearts heal,
To ~ mankind appeal.
Here sick well, ye: must dwell
In t!I:S Internal hell:
With rruta, wrong Guell: its end forctell,
How nleu their souls thus sell
With little care they might prepare,
The soil so Fun al wealth.
Breathe the pure air, Gods llcssiag share
In cheerful, cUnstant health.
Themselves Tnaiataia. free from 1ll pain,
Perfect body and brain:
This truth is i'Ian God did or'lan
Man should health, truth, bliss, gain.
Oh then awake, for heavens sake,
The path or death forsakc;
or truth partalif Gods laws nc'cr break,
Peace with thy Maker make.
II is our aim, all to reclaim
From vice, vie sin and shame;
In Gods great name His truths proclaim,
No one defame or blame.
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