THE LOG-COCK 
N the glens below Chocorua, 
In the forests north of Paugus, 
On the steeps of Passaconway, 
Where the yellow birch and hemlock, 
Scarred not by the blade of commerce, 
Spring from moss-clad beds of granite ; 
Where the brown bear, law defying, 
And the red deer, law protected, 
Make their homes among the moose-wood. 
Sleep upon the sweet linnaea ; 
Where in spring the leaping waters 
Rush in three ways towards the ocean, 
By the Saco, by the Bearcamp, 
By the mad Pemigewasset ; 
Where in winter moaning tempests 
Rack the forests, whirl the snowflakes, 
Dwells in grim and lonely glory, 
All the year, the sombre log-cock. 
