12. THE BERKSHIRE RIVER. 



Yet flowers as fair its slopes adorn 



As ever Yarrow knew, 

 Or, under rainy Irish skies, 



By Spenser's Mulla grew ; 

 And through the gaps of leaning trees 



Its mountain cradle shows, 

 The gold against the amethyst, 



The green against the rose. 



JOHN G. WHITTIER. 



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