The Caledonian-record. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1920-current, 1922-05-25
GREEN MOUNTAIN TRAILS


meeting society Washington by Grace Ross
chamberln If tried the piano will be found lend
long trail a-wndng but in sentiment far ancends that popular
Oh the trails go winding winding thru the green hills far away
And my feet would follow did l say nay.
But hots free the whispering winds that the hills
fancy ways wherever choose to roam
My soul forgets the turmoil of the city streets below
And know the peaceful places where ferns and daisies grow.
I the blue O volets like earth-bound bits 0 sky
I reve in their beauty the while pass them by
The trails go winding winding. up from fair
Toward the wooded pastures by foc<s aqrazlng there
A things eternal adeless blooming spells.
The path grows steep and pebbewn and barred by wandz of
Where bebush and sweet bose their treasures keep unseen
snatch the scarlet berries they offer from their
And memories of childhood feasts return
And now dainty Fragrance arises from the sod
The dying breath of wild fern careless feet have tod
I know the scents of Araby nothing half so fine
As mountain air all fragrant with blossom and with pine.
trail goes winding winding rocky grows way,
leave the bees and butterflies behind their play
The graceful young sapngs crowds around me stand
Slim children of the mighty trees that hold the higher land
To climb the rugged places rock arways old and gray
grasp friendly branches to help the way
old mosscuhoned with scarlet berries dressed
AGleam with olive wintergreen, invites while to rest.
The geen-leaved screen above me- with heaven shining thru
n a light of witchery and magic holds the view.
hear the of the the the
whispered messages wandering
the branches hide the feahered lives bear
And other giants
l see beneath the naples bark the nectar flowing
Nor famed ambrosa of the gods with this sweet
And here and there all taper hung, the jolly evereeens,
Where little elves sing carols and paint Christmas
! beside the birches thereon to
And read the pilgrim record in this forest hall of fame.
Tho silence around me, I know I'm alone;
all watching from shetering and
And within a hollow deer and fawn,
group of and beauty that gmpsed and
The trail goes winding along the ridge
little brooklets sparkle meath many rustic bridge.
corridors shadows from the
nd beyond the awaits the cabin
But gained top, and before lies
A blaze of glory like the gates of Paradise.
Thru vale beneath a golden radiance streams
And every curvng river like molten silver CLEANS.
The brooding of many
While Champan reflects again the clouds enchanted
many village reveals its churchs shining spe
And heaven-sent glory fingers, like Pentecosa fire.
The crown every rocky ledge within glow
}eveals a marble lining like dazzling drifts Of
Again with I lift mine the mountain peaks above
And alteration thrills me for Him whose name is Love
He gave me as my heritage a n fair land,
The dover of friendship where
high degree whose the
"Freedon and Unity" the and the pine
\ homing bird into the sunsets glow,
A little heavenly aegopane unmatched by below;
The gay fades and changes and darkness nevene
My is calling to the pnesweet land odreans
But tho the lights may night drifting
stn calls and morning time viii find coming back
Tho the level lands path shall lead far
III ner forget the winding trails where the Green Mountains
My eyes shall lifted up the mighty hills,
SO shall their strength and majesty bring for fes Ills
blessed still whose memories find
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