 | Poems by George P. Morris |  |
UP THE HUDSON.
SONG AND CHORUS.
Up the Hudson!—Fleetly gliding
To our haunts among the trees!
Joy the gallant vessel guiding
With a fresh and cheerful breeze!
Wives and dear ones yearn to meet us—
(Hearts that love us to the core!)
And with fond expressions greet us
As we near the welcome shore!
To our haunts among the trees!
Joy the gallant vessel guiding
With a fresh and cheerful breeze!
Wives and dear ones yearn to meet us—
(Hearts that love us to the core!)
And with fond expressions greet us
As we near the welcome shore!
CHORUS.
Ho! ye inland seas and islands!—(Echo follows where we go!)
Ho! ye headlands, hills, and highlands!
Ho! ye Undercliffeans, ho!
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Up the Hudson!—Rock and river,
Grove and glen pronounce His praise,
Who, of every “Good the Giver,”
Leads us through these pleasant ways!—
Care recedes like water-traces
Of our bark, as on we glide,
Where the hand of nature graces
Homesteads on the Hudson side!
Grove and glen pronounce His praise,
Who, of every “Good the Giver,”
Leads us through these pleasant ways!—
Care recedes like water-traces
Of our bark, as on we glide,
Where the hand of nature graces
Homesteads on the Hudson side!
CHORUS.
Ho! ye inland seas and islands!(Echo follows where we go!)—
Ho! ye headlands, hills, and highlands!
Ho! ye Undercliffeans, ho!
| Poems by George P. Morris | |