"Still rolling on, resistless stream, How clear and calm thy waters run! The oaks that shade thy smiling face, The cultured fields that grace thy banks, That in thy bosom play their pranks, Throw bright enchantment 'round the scene, "And could thy rippling currents speak A language audible to man, From thy harsh tongue what strains would break, When War stalked forth in open day, “Of Indian pow-wows on thy shore, Of battle brands and scalping-knives; "Yes, on the fair and pleasant site Where Wilkesbarre's thriving village stands, The red chief, in his hour of might, Sent forth his stern and harsh commands "Nations have risen, flourished and then died; "Then still roll on, grand stream, and waft And send by the returning craft That best material-save health The coin, for which man wastes his strength The following stanzas, originally published in the Mount Carmel Register, were reprinted in the Record of the Times (Wilkes-Barré), June 21, 1854. "There's a rolling stream with a silvery tide, And a moss clad valley deep and wide, And velvety banks with flowerets gay, And rock crags crowned with pine and bay, Where the red man trod in days of yore. "I've seen that stream in the moon's clear light, And gauzy mists like fairies played On the mountain's brow in the mellow shade; The following poem, entitled "Wyoming," was written in 1872 by Miss Susan E. Dickinson, who, at a later period, was for some years a resident of Wyoming Valley and was quite widely known as a newspaper correspondent and a writer of verse. "Storm has gone by; the trailing clouds that linger, Add glory to the October afternoon Touched by the artist sun with loving finger, "On the far hill-range purple mists are lying, Struck through with golden light in wavering gleams; "The rare day woos us forth to gather treasure "We trace the mountain road, each turn unfolding "Our hearts spring up-the clear brook by us flowing We find the keen, clear air new life bestowing, "Fain would we linger; but at last, regaining A VIEW OF WYOMING VALLEY FROM THE UPPER END OF ROSS HILL, NEAR THE WOODWARD COLLIERY. From a photograph taken in May, 1902 |