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. 



