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