The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1884-12-06
Aoetital
COSY DELL.
A MOUNTAIN HOME PICTURE.

/ will sing a song as toll along,
A song, sweet home, of thee;
Of your rocks and rils, and your dear old hills,
And your Cosy Dell to the lee.
l will chose name to grace you,
And it shall suit you well;
Twill describe your fairest feature
So I'll call you Cosy DELL"
The wild children of nature,
That have dwclt with you for years,
Shall never be molested,
Or have cause TO harbor fears.
We will make of them companions
And permit them still to dwell
With us in the friendly shelter
OF our cosy Cosy Dell.
And upon your genial bosom
We will plant garden fine,
That shall form pleasing contrast
To the grey rock and the pine
And well plant 'mongst other flowers,
Fair rose and sweet blue bell,
And strive to enhance thy beauty,
Our pretty Cosy DELL
For thou art spot that nature
Most surely meant to shield
When she placed those rugged hillsides
Around one tiny field.
And whilst thus describe you
I'll change my measure to tell
Some of the pleasing features
of the hills of Cosy Dell.
On the hill to the east there is always feast
OF nut or grape, or berry;
There the children play the livelong day.
And with the birds make merry.
There the wild flowers grow and peep through the
snow,
And the arbutus blossoms swell,
And their perfume sweet on the winds so fleet
Is waited down through the dell.
IT'S the home, also, of the birds that go
To the south each fall to escape the snow;
But return each spring on the swiftest wing,
And the sweetest songs that they ever sing
Are poured on the air as they court and pair,
And display their charms so bright and fair
And rear their young, and fly pell nell
Through the shady trees of Cosy Dell.
On the hill to the west the red birds crest
May be seen the whole year through,
AS he futters through the pines and twitters on the
vines
With heart ever constant and true;
For he said to his wife: ave will settle here Tor lie
For there are none that will call me q swell,
When wear my red suit and blow my little huts
In the gardens of Cosy Dell"
But, sad TO say, one red bird gay
Has n song that would brighten romance away.
He will sit and sing till the hillsides ring
And the echoes cast it back with fling
Bully, bully, bully, bully bully!'
'Twould make you laugh to catch his notes quite
fully
Bully, buly-Tll john him; well,
It's bully place, this Cosy DELL"
But you must not think this the only lay
With which he whites the hours away
There are other songs he will sometimes sing
And he hath sweet cooling note in the spring;
But for appreciation plain and clear, and FOR appro
baton strong
With which to cheer his wife so dear and to urg'
the little reddies on,
With his bully" song his throat will swell
Till its fills each nook in Cosy Dell.
On the hill to the north the crows hold forth
Their councils, long and loud,
As they look so alert and step with tiirt,
And n switch of their tails so proud
What their chatter is all about l could never MAKE
quite out;
But I've fancicd heard them tell
of the seeds in the ground and the berries to b.
found
In the gardens of Cosy Dell.
But the ldlresl spot
And the grandest spot of all,
Is where the rocks rise like towers to the skies,
And are decked with a loud waterfall.
There the storm clouds bump, and pause TO jump
And bump themselves and yell.
As with savage bound and laundering sound
Theyfeap-slear oveEthe dellE
There is deep ravine, the hills between,
A miniature vale, may say;
A.Where the grass is green and II brook is seen
wind a tortuous way. ;
n>sre small cascades and changing shades
I'D @ass and flowers;