FOR THE ROCK RIVER PILOT:
A C R O S T I C
W ild and romantic are they boundless woods,
I n nature’s loveliness thy prairies bloom;
S weet are thy lonely glens and solitudes;
C heerful thy villages, and free from gloom.
O ‘er thy fair realm the plagues that feed the tomb,
N e’er sweep destructive. Every wayward breeze,
S oft as lnd’s zephyrs laden with perfume,
I nto thy humblest homes wafts health and peace.
N ature’s chief favorites; gifts of heaven’s best grace.
Rock River Pilot (Watertown, Wisconsin) May 17, 1848