Laughed with ecstasy and glee,
Once had filled the vale with echoes,
And had sported lithe and free,
All along the hill-locked valley,
Played lacrosse and strung the bow,
Ran the races, caught the squirrel,
In the distant long ago.
Sped they like the rolling torrent,
Thru the Appalachian chain,
With its towering peaks and gorges,