Jeannie Marsh.

By George Pope Morris

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.