West Hill, Naples, Ontario County, New York
THE SONG OF NAPLES
I dream, I dream of Naples
When I am far away:
Its lovely lake is sparkling
With pastel tints so gay.
In dreams again I wander
Through quiet glens alone;
Where waterfalls are babbling
Down towering cliffs of stone.
I hear the hush of evening
In the dreamy month of June;
And light winds in the tree tops
Are singing love’s sweet tune.
I dream of nights in August: –
The clouds joyful sing,
And all night long the night air
With melodies does ring.
I see the roadside beauties,
In autumn’s hazes mellow;
And golden rods are waving
Their plumes of golden yellow.
West Hill goes up to meet it
With many a lovely hue.
I dream of hilltops airy
With valleys spread below;
I dream of vineyards many,
And quiet fields of snow.
I dream sweet dreams of Naples
When I am far away:
Its loveliness has blessed me
And for its good I pray.
Photo Above: Source – Personal postcard collection of B.J. Johanningmeier