The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1827-06-21
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Far t'ward the beams of setting day,
Beneath his feet with feeble roar,
Fair Canandaigua laves the shore;
High tow'ring hills around her stand
Like sentinels TO guard the strand,
While Borcas wrestling with the breeze,
1osts up her tide in mimic seas,
Sports with the waves bright foamy crest,
Or dances on her azure breast
As when on Nebo Moses stood,
And cast his eyes DER Jordans flood,
The day full half her course had run,
ThTon'd in her zenith roll'd the sun,
And shed his brigh meridian beam
Full on the consecrated stream;
Whose waves in beams glory roll'd,
And seemd one sheet of burnish'd gold
Basking beneath milder Sky,
He saw the land Of promise lie
So the bright western shores are seen
Mantled in robes of fairest green,
Here Canandaigua rears her crest,
The dawning glory of the west;
There Bristol, Bloomfield, Richmond yield
The choice productions of the field;
Limas and Avon s wales are seen
Clad in their rural robes Of green,
Whilst DER tho hills the harvest roll'd,
Waves like moving sea Of gold,
Add rich in all her peerless charms,
Livonia spreads n thousand farms;
There Spring with verdure Dansville fills,
Gold on their tops the breezes blow
And twine their heads in wreaths Of snow,
Nursed by the demon Of the storm
The hemlocks rear their tow'ring form,
Or scattered round in fragments lay
Their whirlwind splinterd trunks display.
Where Alleghany's loitiest hills
Fling from their sides a thousand rills,
Consolidating in their course,
The various streams with eager force,
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Along the dark ravines below.
Whom Cynthia climbs the midnight sky,
And the lone panther wakes his cry;
Der the dark streams tumultuous roar,
The wild wolf howls along the shore;
Deep in the lonely glens profound,
A thousand echoes swell the sound.
Above tho scono the sire Of storms,
Wheels his dense clouds in shapelcss forms,
Sends the cold blasts congealing sting,
Or speeds the lightning's frey wing;-
Still the wild stream with gath'ring force,
Winds tbro' tho glen its varying course,
And not ray Of light can throw
a glance upon her wave below,
Save here and there a Struggling beam
Sheds a faint lustrc on the stream
Till from the dark dels fair and free,
Roll the bright waves Of Genesee.
Along her forest manted shore,
The Indian wigwam rose of yore,
And even now the eye may trace
The footsteps Of tho wild.man race,
Where the lone hunters lair is made,
Deep in tn unfrcqucntod shade;
While his fond partner smiles with Joy,
To view their trcc.rock'd slumh'ring boy;'
She sees him cradlcd on the wind,
Anticipation feeds her mind,
And where the sleeping infant lies,
Rends n'o- HE c,-s., with ponsse eyes,
Aud thus in wild eilusions roll,
The fond affections Of hor SOUL
Sleep on, Outelissa, thy father has gone,
The dun deer shall bleed ere thy father return
At night in our camp he shall rest from hi
toll,
And thou, Outolissa, shall share in the spoil.
Thro' the forest he wanders he hoeds not tn
blast,
The s,orm-shrouded mountains beneath hin
arc cast,
The streams of the valley he leaps at bound
And the cries of the panther are echoed around
lie trusts in the power ofthe great Manahon
To guard in his absence the life of his son,
His bounty shall nourish, his spirit shall save
From death and from danger the son of the
brave.
Thy mother watch DER thy slumbers vii
keep,
The grove. scented zophyrs shall fan thee {,
sleep,
Then hush, Outclissa. thy father has gone,
lie tolls III the forest to nourish his son.
Thy footsteps soon Beet az thy fathers shall be
Then thou thro' the woodland shall wander
as free,
Ger the wild Alloghany disdaining the storm
And the panther shall fall by the strength o
thine arm.
When the brow of thy father is shaded will
years,
And the burrows of age on his visugc appears
Then thou shalt protect him--thc foot of tn,
foe
Before thee shall hy with the speed Of the doc
Or crush'd by thy prowess in death he shal
bow,
While the laurel Of conquest shall wave oel
thy brow,
Thy mother shall smile when she sees thee
return,
And thy Father 'rejoico in the fame of his son.
Then hush, Outelissa, thy father has gone,
The dun deer shall bleed ere thy father return
Al night in our camp he shall rest from his toll
And thou, Outelissa, shall share in the spoil.
srhe village of Danville is surrounded by
mountains which have an appearance, beauti
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