The Hudson Poem by Margaretta Bleecker Faugères

The Hudson

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Through many a blooming wild and woodland green
The Hudson's sleeping waters winding stray;
Now 'mongst the hills its silvery waves are seen,
Through arching willows now they steal away;
Now more majestic rolls the ample tide,
Tall waving elms its clovery borders shade,
And many a stately dome, in ancient pride
And hoary grandeur, there exalts its head.
There trace the marks of culture's sunburnt hand,
The honeyed buckwheat's clustering blossoms view-
Dripping rich odors, mark the beard-grain bland,
The loaded orchard, and the flax-field blue;
The grassy hill, the quivering poplar grove,
The copse of hazel, and the tufted bank,
The long green valley where the white flocks rove,
The jutting rock, o'erhung with ivy dank;
The tall pines waving on the mountain's brow,
Whose lofty spires catch day's last lingering beam;
The bending willow weeping o'er the stream,
The brook's soft gurglings, and the garden's glow.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 09 February 2016

this poetess lived in the last part of 1700 (1771-1801) - globally speaking.. how gorgeous should Nature have been that time, before the huge destructions perpetrated by us, human beings..

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