Then the canebrake and the thicket
Harbored noxious weeds and vipers;
Now the undergrowth has vanished,
’Mid the golden sheaves of harvest;
Now the trees have laid their foliage,
In the dust of human footsteps,
Now the forest trees have fallen,
At the bidding of the woodman.
Oak and chestnut, hickory, walnut,
Poplar, sycamore, and locust,