Holderness e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. I trust<br>That some, who sigh, while wandering in thought,<br>Pilgrims of Romance o'er the olden world,<br>That our broad land, - our sea-like lakes and mountains<br>Piled to the clouds, our rivers overhung<br>By forests which have known no other change<br>For ages than the budding and the fall<br>Of leaves, our valleys lovelier than those<br>Which the old poets sang of, - should but figure<br>On the apociyphal chart of speculation<br>As pastures, wood-lots, mill-sites, with the privileges,<br>Rights, and appurtenances, which make up<br>A Yankee Paradise, unsung, unknown,<br>To beautiful tradition,... will look kindly<br>Upon this effort to call up the ghost<br>Of the dim Past.