The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1875-09-03
ID al.

Rocks of Deer Creek, Hartford County.
The following verses were written by lady
of Long Island, New York, after a visit to the
Rocks, and published in the Jamaica e.. 1.)
Standard, from which we copy them:
In splendid sheen the summer sunshine threw
Its golden haze across the skies pure blue;
| The aeecy cloudlets tloated softly DER,
| Like snowy shallops to some fairy shore;
On zephyr wings the breezes from the west
Scarce stirred the leaflets from their idle rest,
But waited by and left fragrance fair
OF wayside flowers upon the balmy air;
While clouds Ofperfume floating light betray
The wide and sunny fields of new.mown hay.
Down sunit slopes, thro' shaded lovely dels,
Where fairies sleep by day in wild flower bells,
We pass through woodlands where the sun
beams hath
Spread checkered lights and shadows DER our
path.
| love to watch them idly come and go,
Dance in fantastic figures to an fro
To kiss the Creeks blue wayclets as it foams
along
Its stony bed and sings its noisy song.
Its limpid breast they glitter DER and Ger
Till mimic diamonds seem to touch the shore.
Along its bubbling course, on either side,
The winding road reaching as far and wide,
Majestic tree-strewn rocks have rose on high
We trace their bold dark outlines 'gainst the
azure sky,
And Chamber up the wooded path which hides
Among the trees upon its craggy sides.
We gain the dizzy top and resting stand,
Our heated brows by western breezes famed,
And gaze with grateful glanccs Heavenward,
Hearts drawn in silent worship to our God.
How softly bright the sky seems reaching DER
A blue eXpanse from shore to distant shore;
Beneath, the earth clad in its robes of green,
Lends her additional beauty to the scene:
The wild weird grandeur of the place imparts
Its mystic loneliness into our hearts;
So picturesque the valley lies below,
Bathed in the dancing sunshine's radiant glow,
While DER their hidden eyries upon high,
The wild birds skim and float against the sky.
In ages past, SO runs legend old,
These rocks were the wild home ofwarriors bold.
Here they in council met and warfare planned,
Talked DER the mighty secrets of their dusky
band.
fancy how the echoes have rung out
The noisy clamor of their war cry's shout.
Long years have passed away; the rcd mans
No longer echoes there; the wild, fierce tribe is
dead.
And naught remains but memories alone,
And two rough seats hewn from the solid stone.
These were the lofty thrones of King and Queen,
Spread now with moss and trailing vines of
green.
VIC TCSlcu Ill luClT uCplnS, anu plCluTCu TuIc
Visions of Indian beauties-wild yet fair;
ALPS still and silent now; only the breeze
Comes whispering soft sweet stories thro the
trees,
And echoes only waken to the words
OF untold beauty in the songs of birds.
Those clearest bell-ikc tones that float and ring
Pronounce the mocking bird the woodland
King.
Below us stretched, far as eye can trace,
Eo rulturnl fplds and homes nn6s spt ytth
grace
In shady hooks, and reaching far, far down
The dusty road winds onward smooth and brown;
The foamy creek beside it, seems a thread
Of glistenng silver; from our Rocks rough
head
We just can family hear its restless song,
With murmuring wavelets trailing slowly
along,
And watch the trees that seem to bend and rest
Their lcafy boughs upon the waters breast.
A wild sweet spot, where only nature reigns
In careless grace, and spreads her fiowery chains;
Where echo has her fairy nest hidden away,
And brcezcs scatter fragrance as they sport and
play.
We seem nearer the arch of Heavens blue dome,
Nearer in thought and heart to God and Home.
Turning for one last glance of farewell sweet,
The rocks above, the valley at their feet,
! feel with sudden thrill my heart turn toward
The distant Heaven in fond thanksgiving to God.
DREAMLAND.