A JOURNEY FROM PATAPSCO IN MARYLAND TO ANNAPOLIS
APRIL 4, 1730 – Percy H. Boynton
At length the wintry Horrors disappear,
And April views with Smiles the infant Year;
The grateful Earth from frosty Chains unbound,
Pours out its vernal Treasures all around,
Her Face bedeckt with Grass, with Buds the Trees are crown’d.5.
In this soft Season, ‘ere the Dawn of Day,
I mount my Horse, and lonely take my Way,
From woody Hills that shade Patapsco’s Head
(In whose deep Vales he makes his stony Bed,
From whence he rushes with resistless Force,10.
Tho’ huge rough Rocks retard his rapid Course,)
Down to Annapolis, on that smooth Stream
Which took from fair Anne-Arundel its Name.