While, interspersed among its kindred sweets,
The rich, black thimbleberry found a place.
There have I strayed, what time the glorious sun
Rose from the ocean, and his splendid hues
Crimsoned the wide horizon, and supplied
My morning bowl of milk with a rich treat
Of juicy berries, breathing the fresh air,
Inhaling health with every passing breeze.
And even when winter, with its freezing breath,
Chilled the whole atmosphere, when the green shade