noon
In Seventeen Ninety-five he was -LRB- rest his soul ! -RRB- alive , But he 's not in Philadelphia this morning . If you 're off to Philadelphia this morning , And wish to prove the truth of what I say , I pledge my word you 'll find the pleasant land behind Unaltered since Red Jacket rode that way . Still the pine-woods scent the noon ; still the cat-bird sings his tune ; Still Autumn sets the maple-forest blazing . Still the grape-vine through the dusk flings her soul-compelling musk ; Still the fire-flies in the corn make night amazing . They are there , there , there with Earth immortal -LRB- Citizens , I give you friendly warning -RRB- . The things that truly last when men and times have passed , They are all in Pennsylvania this morning !