WRIGHTS
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(Dennison Woodcock.)
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Among the spurs of Allegheny
Lofty hills with wooded heights,
Nestled in the Portage Valley
Is the little hamlet Wrights.
Hamilton and Portage Valley
By right angles, here unite;
Both together make a fairly
Good and level village site.
Limpid streams unto the river
On their way go babbling by;
While the silvery pools, they mirror
Cloudlets floating in the sky.
Growing grain and verdant meadows,
Fields of corn, silos to fill;
Winding streams and waving willows
Orchards on the sloping hill.
Cattle grazing in the pasture
On the hillside fresh and green,
With their coats of silky luster,
Many goats and kids are seen.
There's the schoolhouse at the corner,
Quiet order there appears,
Where the earnest studious learners
Are prepared for future years.
There's the church with lofty steeple,
And the old bell hanging there,
Often rings to call the people
To their sermon, praise and prayer.
Another church they are building,
The foundation they have laid;
May the golden truth be gilding
All the words that there are said.
On the switch the cars are loaded
With potatoes, grain and hay,
So the farmers are commoded
As they ship their goods away.
Hark! we hear the train a-rumbling.
People waiting for a ride;
Four times a day the mail is coming,
All aboard! Away they glide.
There's the store nearby the railroad.,
Business humming every day;
Goods are brought there by the carload
Many teams draw them away.
Another store where the farmer
Buys the tools that he may need;
From a reaper to a hammer,
Groceries with feed and seed.
The factory where they make the cheeses,
Great round cheeses, just the thing
What the most the patron pleases
Is the cash the cheeses bring.
Here the honest, frugal farmers
With the help of care and toil,
Bringing wealth into their garners,
Drawing money from the soil.
Smiles play on the the neighbors' faces,
Accent of fraternal love,
While at many times and places,
Kindly deeds their friendship prove.