From: The Factory-Bell and Other Poems (1873)
Author: Daniel Ricketson
Published: E. Anthony & Sons 1873 New Bedford
HER fresh green fields rose to my view, Her fields of yellow waving corn, The milkmaid’s simple, rural song, My friend, kind Andrew Donaldson, I pitied him, so far away Farewell! old friend, long since the grass Farewell! old isle of rich and poor,
Her abbey walls, and turrets gray,
Her sparkling streams, and lakes so blue,
Fit scenes for loving hearts to stray.
The reapers busy at their toil,
The lark that hailed the early morn,
To cheer the tenants of the soil.
The tender words of loving swain,
The healthful sports of old and young,
When harvested the ripened grain.
With soft blue eye and honest face,
An exile from his native land,
To me these beauties would retrace.
From kindred, home, and all so dear,
And strove his rising sighs to stay,
Or lend unto his heart some cheer.
Has grown upon thy humble grave;
My muse, withhold not as we pass,
A tear for one so good and brave.
Mayst thou in no far distant days
.Fresh blessings find for thee in store,
And happier bard to chant thy praise.
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