THE WINNETUXET.
Reading edition
I’ve rowed the Juniata, I’ve trailed the Kennebec, I’ve drifted down Algerian shores Stretched on the upper deck. I’ve seen the Golden Gate swing wide To let the sunset through On wings of flowing opal, With tangerine and blue. I’ve idled down the Congo And dallied up the tide That girdles the Bahamas, I’ve floated down the Clyde, But let me hear the music, And smell the briar rose, Of summer’s listless noontide where The Winnetuxet flows. Singlehurst, Plympton, Mass.