I was going through some old papers that belonged to my grandmother, Katharine Huyck Elmore, and came across a poem written by the late Mills Ten Eyck in the 1930s not long after the Huyck Preserve was founded.
By Mills Ten Eyck (8/8/1936)
God has given to Rensselaerville
Woodland, lake and rolling hill;
Offering joy with each reflection
Asking only deep affection.
What it was in beauty planted
Long ago a spot enchanted—
Still there lingers and remains
In its rugged hills and plains.
Northward from the towering Catskills
Modest lake among the hills
‘Round its shoreline guardian trees
Waters sparkling with each breeze.
Changing with each ray of light
Changeless as the coming night
High above a roof of blue
In its depth reflected true.
With the first rays of the sun
Heralding a day begun
Grandeur that is past believing
With the golden tinge of evening.
Coming, going, ever flowing
Through a woods where grasses cling
‘Till it dashes not vociferous
Through its rocky walls precipitous.
In the valley far below
On its course, now fast, now slow
Outward bound through “Ten Mile Creek”
To the home its waters seek.
Resting on my seat of stone
All alone—yet not alone
Thoughts that come and often surge
With these waters call and urge.
Something that the hills have brought me
Something that the vales have taught me
Near thy waters peaceful spot
In thy name—Forget-me-not.
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