DOLLIE’S SPRING.
Reading edition
Deep within a mountain forest Breezes soft are whispering Through the dark-robed firs and hemlocks, Over Dollie’s Spring. Swiftly glides the tiny streamlet, While its laughing waters sing Sweetest song in all the woodland, “I—am—Dollie’s—Spring!” In the dim wood’s noontide shadow Nod the ferns, and glistening With a thousand diamond dew-drops, Bend o’er Dollie’s Spring. Shyly on its mossy border Blue-eyed Dollie, lingering, Views the sweet face in the crystal Depths of Dollie’s Spring. Years shall come and go, and surely To the little maiden bring Trials sore and joys uncounted, While, by Dollie’s Spring, Still the firs shall lift their crosses Heavenward, softly murmuring Prayers for her, where’er she wander,— Far from Dollie’s Spring.
