(Of Hudson, Michigan: the Author's native town)
[In response to their Request for a Word of Greeting at their Annual Reunion, Monday Evening, July 26, 1886.]
Sometimes there comes to me a word of cheer,
From yonder region where the sun goes down;
Where I have often watched him disappear,
And leave awhile the jewels of his crown.
That voice glides over Erie's stormy edge—
It climbs the Alleghanies' rugged ledge,
And tarries not for dale or mountain crest,
Till it makes music in my own home-nest.