Caledonia Springs, New York

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Caledonia Springs, New York

The water spouts up from the ground

And there doth form a pond around,

’Tis fed from no apparent rills,

And it near by drives several mills.

And here the little ponds are seen

Where fish are propagate by Green,

Fish hatcheries here had their birth,

And now they’re spread o’er all the earth.

Here in each pond thousands of trout

Rush around their circular route,

Of various breeds, age and size,

Speckled o’er with various dyes.

Geologists do gaze with pride

On specimens all petrified,

Here church is built of those rare stone,

Fish, reptiles, birds, in days bygone.

Strange thoughts in mind it doth awake,

As it is far from sea and lake,

Even the hill tops do abound

With proofs here flowed the sea profound.

With reverence we gaze around

On an ancient burial ground,

Those who once did tread the heather

Now rest quietly here together.