A lovely, happy, peaceful home,
Within the fond embrace
Of circling mountains and a stream
Of calm meandering grace.

The Susquehanna's limpid flow,
With the Chunango strove,
And at their mild contention formed
The lovely sylvan grove.

Nature smiled sweetly all around
This homestead glad and bright,
Which seemed peculiarly endowed
With heaven's blent rainbow light.

So danced its colours through that home,
As if they sought to prove
Their harmony with the glad hearts
That formed this shrine of love.

A tender wife refined and pure,
A husband brave and true
Ruled o'er this shrine of happiness,
And darling children two.

Blossy, a dark-eyed, happy girl,
Whom fourteen years have seen,
Blooming in gentle maidenhood,
As fair as e'er was seen.