Two Years in Oregon

Anchorage in Yaquina Bay.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures,
While the landscape round it measures,
Russet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray;
Mountains on whose barren breast
The lab'ring clouds do often rest;
Meadows trim with daisies pied;
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
L'Allegro.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown;
With that wild wheel we go not up or down;