Long Meadow Bluff
To the fairest and the rarest happyland in which we dwell, Where there's always something doing and the doing is done well: Where there always is a welcome for the strangers as they pass, In the dear old home we love so well - Springfield, Mass. The South End Bridge to Agawam is seen in the foreground. In the background, 12 miles distant, rises the Mt. Tom range, one of Springfield's summer playgrounds. The Connecticut River has always been Springfield's most Attractive Physical Feature, and Always will be; with its charming view of winding river rich meadows and distant hills, It should be a "joy forever." a Toast to Springfield. There's a Springfield in Ohio and there's one in Illinois, There's another in Kentucky where the blue grass waves in joy, Even Hoosier Indiana claims a Springfield as her own, While Missouri boasts her Springfield sand is waiting to be shown. There's a Springfield in Nebraska, and Wisconsin also counts, While the Springfield, Colorado, rears its head among the mounts. Oregon and South Dakota do not have to seek in vain, Washington on the Pacific has its Springfield; so has Maine. In new Jersey and New Hampshire in Vermont and Tennessee, Minnesota. West Virginia, there are Springfield's there and three; Way down south in Alabama, Georgia, Florida, as well, Still we find the name of Springfield, still we feel its mystic spell. But when people mention Springfield, none of these come to mind; there's another better Springfield than the others all combined. Yes, a bigger, grander Springfield which in all ways can surpass The score of other Springfields - Here's a health to Springfield, Mass.