The Song Of Miller’s Mill

I like the music uv the spheres,

     The song uv early birds;

I like the voice uv Natur’s choir,

     The looin’ uv the herds.

But uv the countless strains thet find

     Responses in my breast,

The song uv Miller’s cider mill

     Is what I like the best.

I like to hear the Gungy band

     Upon its practice night.

The singin’ uv the village choir

     Jest fills me with delight,

But after all is said an’ done,

     When other strains are o’er,

It’s Bijah Miller’s cider mill

     Fills me with something more.

The “tramp, tramp” uv the steady hoss

     Upon its daily round;

The smackin’ uv the grindin’ cogs,

     A meller liquid sound!

The “drip, drip” uv the golden cheese,

     The foam upon the tide;

O, Bijah Miller’s cider mill

     Is music glorified!

Sept. 4, 1913