My Adirondack mountain home Is calling now to me With whispers from the cedar, birch, The pine and balsam tree. Where forests clothe the mountain slopes, 'Tis there I fain would be 'Mid winter's snow, or summer's bloom— It matters not to me. Paownyc, like a magnet thou Dost draw me back to thee While like a wanderer I sail Upon a distant sea. To thy sweet founts of waters pure, Once more my soul doth turn To quaff the draughts my spirit craves, And quench the fires that burn. Thy chain of lakes like gems are set Amid the forests green; The brightest stars are in the sky, Where sails the moon between. There swift canoes in silence glide, Lost in the silver mist, While maidens' eyes, brighter than stars, Cause paddles to desist. In Homeland only can I rest And find my soul's content Amid the scenes that I love best— 'Tis there my bow is bent: Where friends and loved ones doth surround, There Angels vigil keep And guard the Homeland garden spots Where roots have struck down deep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY THE BABYLONIAN HORDES by ISAAC ROSENBERG SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU BOTHWELL: PART 1 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |