Classic Poem

I climbed a tree so high one day
I saw around the world.
I saw the Bay of old Biscay,
And Spanish flags unfurled.
My vision wandered o'er the snow
And ice of Alpine peaks,
Then sought the tempered vales below
And lingered 'mongst the Greeks.

I looked across the broad Black Sea,
Past mountains of Thibet;
And further to the Siamee,
And China's ocean wet.
Mine eye passed o'er the Philippines
To Honolulu fair,
And thence unto the lovely greens
Nigh Pasadena rare.

Thence eastward o'er the Rockies to
The Mississippi's shores,
Chicago next, then Buffalo,
Past where Niagara roars.
Across the State of York I peered
Through Adirondack spruce.
By Utica's green places veered,
Thence on to Syracuse.

Next Albany, and rare Cohoes,
Thence onward to the font
Whence doughty Ethan Allen rose,
The green hills of Vermont;
Across New Hampshire's peaks so tall
My vision homeward sped,
And there, most welcome sight of all,
The BACK OF MY OWN HEAD !