Now, fruitful fields and waving orchard-trees
Spread their rich treasures to the summer breeze.
Yonder, in queenly pride, a city stands,
Whence stately vessels speed to distant lands;--
Here smiles a hamlet thro' embowering green,
And there, the statelier village-spires are seen;--
Here, by the brook-side, clacks the noisy mill,
There, the white homestead nestles to the hill;--
The modest school-house here flings wide its door
To smiling crowds that seek its simple lore;--
There, Learning's statelier fane of massive walls
Wooes the young aspirant to classic halls;
And bids him in her hoarded treasures find
The gathered wealth of every gifted mind.
Here, too, we see, in primal freshness still,
The cool, calm forest nodding on the hill;
And o'er the quiet valley, clustering green,
The tall trees linked in brotherhood serene,
Fattening from year to year the soil below,
Which shall in time with golden harvests glow;
And yield more wealth to Labor's sturdy hands,
Than fabled Eldorado's yellow sands.
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