  TO J. A. C. As winds the lovely Otter Creek through vales of summer green, Ne'er pausing on its way, Though love its tribute pay, So gently winds my loving thought through memory's changing scenes, To days of long ago When thee I first did know. Thy heartfelt sympathy and help were to my fresh young soul What these dear Vermont hills Are to the little rills; A presence near, a faithful strength, life-giving and serene— Oh, hills, be now as much To her who feels Time's touch! In different paths, through various ways, we've known the world since then. Together now we rest On Nature's peaceful breast. |
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