George W. Doneghy, The Old Hanging Fork and Other Poems
“ As they stretch in dim distance far, far away, And on Fancy's swift pinions my spirit hath flown To rest 'mid the scenes which my childhood has known— Where the old Hanging Fork, with its silvery gleam, Glides away 'tween the meadows like thoughts in a dream, And far to the south, with their outlines so blue, The rugged knobs blend into heaven's own hue! ”
