Smith, Effie Waller
|TO A SPRING IN THE CUMBERLANDS.|
Gurgling spring in sylvan beauty
Almost hid away from view;
From your own bright sparkling water
I will drink a health to you.
Beach and oak tree reaching skyward
Guard you from the sunlight's heat;
And from this overhanging stone
Comes a breath of flowers sweet.
In your water clear and cold
Warbling birds their plumage lave;
From your brink o'ergrown with mosses
Dainty fern fronds gently wave.
Huntmen here have often lingered
Drinking of your water clear;
And you've often quenched the thirst
Of the agile, antlered deer.
So here's health dear sparkling spring
Gurgling from the mountain's side,18With a wish that in your beauty
You will ever here abide.
Oct. 4, 1902.