MISS FLORENCE HUNTINGDON, PASSAMAQUODDY

Sweet maiden of Passamaquoddy,

Û ral,

Shall we seek for communion of souls Where the deep Mississippi meanders, Or the distant Saskatchewan rolls ?

Ah no,—for in Maine I will find thee, À sweetly sequestrated nook, Where the winding Skoodoowabskooksis Conjoins with the Skoodoowabskook.

There wander two beautiful rivers With many a winding and crook ;

The one is the Skoodoowabskooksis ; The other the Skoodoowabskook.

Ah sweetest of haunts! tho’ unmentioned In geography, atlas or book, How fair is the Skoodoowabskooksis,

When joining the Skoodoowabskook !

Our cot shall be close by the waters Within that sequestrated nook— Reflected in Skoodoowabskooksis

Aud mirrored in Skoodoowabskook !

You shall sleep to the music of leaflets By zephyrs in wantonness shook,

Aud dream of the Skoodoowabskooksis,

And, perhaps, of the Skoodoowabskook !

When awaked by the hens and the roosters,

Each morn you shall joyously look On the junction of Skoodoowabskooksis,

With the soft gliding Skoodoowabskook !

Your food shall be fish from the waters, Drawn forth on the point of a hook, From murmuring Skoodoowabskooksis

Or wondering Skoodoowabskook.

You shall quaff the most sparkling of water,

Drawa forth from a silvery brook

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