In beauteous lands that earth can boast,
When men propose their proudest toast
To each; when, lonely at my post,
I stand to make my vault,
My memory like a homesick ghost
Still haunts the scenes it counts the most
Resplendent of the handsome host:
Give me Vermont!
Here first I heard faint roosters crow
From distant hills and vales below,
Across young springtide’s melting snow;
In its high pasture haunt,
Responding from bare woods, the crow
Cried how life’s early seasons go,
Both blithe and loathe to cease – and so
Give me Vermont.
‘T was here I woke to loved one’s looks
And all the wondrous world of books,
Hung on stringed music’s tenterhooks,
And found all wealth we want
In homeland’s autumn fields of stooks,
Green-garlanded midsummer nooks,
And her incomparable brooks-
Give me Vermont.
Young basking summers used to seem-
Indeed, all seasons – endless dream;
I quafft of spring and bathed in stream,
Pure Nature’s racy font.
Life later never lost the gleam,
But lifts it over death supreme,
Aspiring toward Art’s loftiest theme.
Give me Vermont.
Above her, keenest heavens are,
Night bright with many a tingling star;
Here, up Green Mountain ledges scar,
I’ve climbed to peaks more gaunt
And seen New England spread afar –
Bright prospects no dark clouds can mar,
But make more richly changeful – ah,
Give me Vermont!
Since paper deeds cannot consign
More than what fences can confine,
While beauties of the lake and pine
Are theirs whose souls are wont
To love the landscape: be it mine
When states are parceled out by line,
To claim my realm by right divine –
Give me Vermont!
Here sister, friend and brother grew
Beside me; here my parents too,
Inspired me to be great and true –
A vision naught can daunt.
Yes, tho they vanish, here I view
United life we shall renew
Beyond these skies of upward blue –
Your skies,Vermont!
By J. Howard Flower
From the Magazine “Hill Trails”,
Jan – Feb 1936