Excerpt from Book of Poems; Tales of the Hoosier Traveler Embracing the Following Subjects: Travels Through the United States and Mexico, Canada, Alaska, West Indies and the Philippines; The Inferno, and Essays on Astronomy
T the still midnight I lay in bed, Visions of beauty surrounded my head.
While I thus lay in silent slumbers, Those visions then rolled into numbers; My thoughts ran along in a beautiful metre That I never beheld any poetry sweeter. I seemed in a garden filled with birds and bees, With flowers and fruits, with grasses and trees; And as I stepped in, I saw to my right The State of Maine, a pretty bonite; Next New Hampshire, there by her side, A very neat pansy trying to hide.
Here, said the gardener, pass this way And see Massachusetts, a pink on the Bay, And stationed there, just over her head The State of Vermont, a hollyhock red.
As we turned to the left, I saw within reach The State of Rhode Island, a nice rosy peach. Here, said the gardener, pointing ahead The State of Connecticut, a rose so red, And nestled there, close by her side, Stood New Jersey, the white bride. New York was an apple, so mellow and sweet; Pennsylvania, a pear, hanging near that retreat; And traveling near the trees so tall Delaware, a grape, running over the wall. Here, near the sea so blue Maryland is my fine pansy, too; And near by that secreted spot Is Columbia, a touch-me-not. Virginia, a violet, West Virginia, a princess feather, Were growing side by side, and look well together. Come this way, the gardener said, Is North Carolina, a cranberry red, South Carolina, a rice stalk of emerald green, Near by was Georgia, a large bunch bean.
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