Poems of Nature (Whittier)/Illustration 13

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The Merrimac from Laurel Hill

And if, unknown to us, sweet daysOf June like this must come,Unseen of us, these laurels clotheThe river-banks with bloom;
And these green paths must soon be trodBy other feet than ours,Full long may annual pilgrims comeTo keep the Feast of Flowers.June on the Merrimac.
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