WHEN THE MISSISSIPPI FLOWED IN INDIANA

Beneath Time’s roaring cannon Many walls fall down. But though the guns break every stone, Level every town:— Within our Grandma’s old front hall Some wonders flourish yet:— The Pavement of Verona, Where stands young Juliet, The roof of Blue-beard’s palace, And Kublai Khan’s wild ground, The cave of young Aladdin, Where the jewel-flowers were found, And the garden of old Sparta Where little Helen played, The grotto of Miranda That Prospero arrayed, And the cave, by the Mississippi, Where Becky Thatcher strayed. On that Indiana stairway Gleams Cinderella’s shoe. Upon that mighty mountainside Walks Snow-white in the dew. Upon that grassy hillside Trips shining Nicolette:— That stairway of remembrance Time’s cannon will not get— That chattering slope of glory Our little cousins made, That hill by the Mississippi Where Becky Thatcher strayed. Spring beauties on that cliffside, Love in the air, While the soul’s deep Mississippi Sweeps on, forever fair. And he who enters in the cave, Nothing shall make afraid, The cave by the Mississippi Where Tom and Becky strayed.