AT LITTLETON “IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMER TIME”
At Littleton! At fair, auspicious Littleton!
Upon a slope that tips it to the setting sun
The village stands. Its lanes are spacious, wide,
With purling brooks beside.
Its grounds are ample, and shade trees,
By the cool walks, arch greenly overhead.
The cottages by the thick leaves are almost hid.
On summer days, in wanton play, the breeze
Steals through the boughs, and down the beautious ways
The flowers scent the mellow airs,
And wavily beside the fount, where the clear water smiles,
Chaldea’s willow trails her silky hairs.
In pleasing contrast with yon damask rose,
How sweetly here the lily blows.
Here blissful poppies loll in calm repose,
And saucy sun-flowers coquette with the sun
At Littleton—at fair, auspicious Littleton!