Where shall we keep the holiday ? 



Up and away ! where haughty woods 



Front the liberated floods : 



We will climb the broad-backed hills, 



Hear the uproar of their joy ; 



We will mark the leaps and gleams 



Of the new-delivered streams, 



And the murmuring river of sap 



Mount in the pipes of the trees. 



And the colors of joy in the bird 

 And the love in his carol heard. 

 Frog and lizard in holiday coats, 

 And turtle brave in his golden spots. 



Emerson. 



