Till the back-waters covered the fields at their will,
But they lay there as peaceful and placid and still
As the mountain lakes seem, then, as if in a dream,
They would gently recede as they followed the stream;
And the house and the barn that were built on a mound
Overlooked the great river and all of the ground.
’Twas Twilleger’s farm. It was Twilleger’s way
To give a big dance and be joyous and gay
In the early spring season. It did his soul good
To gather around him the whole neighborhood;