The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1838-07-24

FOR THE CALIFORNIAN.
YER N ON r


OF rising hill and merry dale,
OF Verdant field and waving grove,
And skies as pure and clear above
As e'er Italia waters bright
Reflected to the ravished sight
Land of the gently flowing stream
Whose bright and sparkling waters CLEAN
Bright through the alders bending DER
Each thiclly- studded woodland shore;
o with what rapture do / stray
"Oer the hills and far away"
Through all the early summers day,
] love thy scenes that meet the eye
Mingled with sweet variety
Mountains, whose SUBMITS broad and high,
Raised up like pillars to the sky,
Unmoved in cloud and tempest stand,
The sleepless guardians of the land;
Vallies, in whose long drawn retreat,
| hold with nature converse sweet,
Or listen to the cooling dove,
Pouring his soft note from the grove,
Or muse when all is silence round,
Save that suppressed and muttering sound
That ever, when all else is still,
Comes up from valley, plain and hill,
Seeming the echoings to be
OF natures vast machinery
love thy streams whose waters roll
With murmurs that fall on the soul
AS soft as weeping Beauty's sight,
Or zephyr's gentlest melody.
Hast thou not felt when by the side
Of some swift brook whose waters glide
Forever on their ceaseless way,
To where the oceanbiliows play,
Then mingle with its waves and die,
Lost in the dread imme nsty;-
Hast thou not felt that thus thy life,
After its hour of toll and strife
At length shall lost and swallowed be
In the ocean of eternity
Thou hast, and oft the thought has smote
Thy trembling heart-strings deepest note
SO live that it may prove to thee
An ocean Of tranquility.
Such be the thoughts that oft intrude
Among these rural soltudes.
-CoNNEoTIeUT, thy waters glide
AS swiftly to the ocean-tde
As when in boy hoods happy day
/ loved among thy waves to play,
Or struggling to thy grassy side
Drew forth the trout, thy waters pride,
Or gazed with wonder on thy face,
To see the waves each other chase,
Swift in their never ceasing race,
Gazed at thy waters ceaseess flow
And wondered where it all could 60
Long since that happy day has flown,
And I to manhood's state have grown,
But thou-thy waves roll on as deep
Der thy bright breast the zePhyrs sweep
AS gently as if yesterday
Their living fountains burst away;
And ever thus when am low
Thou wilt preserve thy rapid flow,
And other feet shall tread thy shore
When | shall never view thee more
CHAMrLAIN, thy waves shall everbe
A solace to my memory
o when the evening sun is seen
To tinge thy grassy banks of green.
And glow upon thy waters sheen, ...
What is the charm so sweet, so fair,
That luls the spirits of the air?
Ask of the winds that tuneess lie
All hushed their gentle melody,
The living breeze that now at rest
Wakes not ripple on thy breast;
Ask Of the evening spirit, who
Gldes softly Ger thy waves of blue,
And when the nights dark vapors crowd
Rests on the bosom of the clouds.
How oft I've roamed where deep and 81
WINoosKI's eddying waters flow,
Or where PAssUMPsIs sober tide
Rolls darkly on its waves of pride,
Or where the silvery CLYDE springs forth
In the green meadows of the north.
Sweet land, oh mayest thou ever be
The cherished home of liberty.
July 20, 1888. KUK. WlGGn
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