Jeannie Marsh

by George Pope Morris English

Jeannie marsh of Cherry Valley At whose call the muses rally;   Of all the nine none so divine As Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley. She minds me of her native scenes,   Where she was born among the cherries Of peaches, plums, and nectarines,   Pears, apricots, and ripe strawberries. Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley, In whose name the muses rally;   Of all the nine none so divine As Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley. A sylvan nymph of queenly grace,   A goddess she in form and feature; The sweet expression of the place,   A dimple in the smile of nature.

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