the sweetest of the chain
That links the mountain
to the mighty main,
Fresh from the rock
and swelling by the tree,
Rushing to meet
and dare and breast the sea —
Fair, noble, glorious river!
in thy wave
The sunniest slopes and sweetest pastures lave;
The mountain torrent, with its wintry roar
Springs from its home and leaps upon thy shore.
Poem On Connecticut river
John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
