Richmond daily Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1842-1861, 1845-08-06

Yet, Potomac, sull to thee
give the crown OF sovereignty.
To Hudson's wave Oft have iurn'i,
In Fancy's sweet and idle hours,
And for It's noble waters yearn'd,
Its moss bound rocks aud shady bowers.
The dim traditions Of Its shore,
Have spread joy my bosom Ger;
But Hudson, with that beauteous child,
The Mohawk, can pass thee by
We legends of the brave aud wild.
For you my spirit need not sigh.
On this fair river, bold aud wide,
My hopes, my Joys, my ianeies glide
II was upon thy banks I've seen
My childhood wear its brightest green;
Ii was upon thy banks I've play'j,
When earth was in her glow auay'd-
When spIendor in the wave, the sky,
Wss dyed With youths intensity;
When Heaven enc loud paIn sarg,
And Nature, with It's echo, rang!
Oh. happy ewes. when tired OF play
I've followed on thy winding way,
Or thrown the on the bank to TEST,
And look upon thy placid breast,
AS glad how'd my head Ia feel
Thy bteezes DER my temples steal!
Oh, holy ewes OF summer days!
When the low suns departing rays
Flushed rock and vale with crimson deep,
And shed glory DER thy sleep;
How pleasant then 10 seek IA, wave,
and IN its cooling depths In lave,
Or, happy, nj some later hour,
When the moon had left her MONDAY bower,
And, enc by one, laughing star
Sniled from Its silent depths aiar,
To scatter high thy beady spray,
And ia thy moiIen SILVER play.
Famed PoIOmac. in thy name
Crowd u thousand thoughts OF vote.
When the Indian chIciiain's tame
Echoed long thy leaiy shore,
And my gently swelling wave
Turn'd TO his light oar.
Happy days OF olden times
When the graceful forest lord
To the peacc-song's even chimes,
Danced upon yon velvet swaTd,
knd the maIdens silver song
There " as heard the evening long.
Then the thousand light canoes,
With their fierce and savage bead,
Warike ia their brilliant hues,
Swept upon yon pebbled strand;
Then flew the sharp and poisoned dart,
And shook the deadly brand.
They have gone. The cottage fair
Stands here the wild beasts lair;
And the lIbOrng oxen tread
DER the Indian warriors head.
Often does the poughshare bright
Give their mould'ring bones To light.
Peace is smiling on thy shores,
Smiling from her golden srores;
Happy there the farmer stands
COMMENTED monarch OF his lands,
TOiliEg with his honest hands.
Long the shdaoY OF the hill,
Where is heard the FILLING Til
At the noon-tides still repose
Quietly the cattle doze,
And the happy lambins bound
Der the thickly cloSeT'd ground.
Gracious sre thy gifts, Peace,
Joy, and Happiness. aud Ease
Famed Potomac. knowesi thou.
Past yOn lowand's lliiing brow,
Where thy hast'nin0 waller hes,
Quiet there Mount Vernon lies
Guarding in his holy rest
The hero sleeping in its b'easI7
Fifty years ago he stool
Gazing GU thy rolling flood
Fifty years 3go he trod
Proudly on that spray. dash'J sod
Now he's ushe1ed ~ his God.
There, along where branches wave,
Rest his ashes la their grave;
Oh! roll softly by that spot:
Keep IT, guard it, hurt il not.
Ia the long lapse OF future years,
Virtue there shall shed her lesis.
Frsemea smile TO muse on one
freedoms best asd nobest son,
And rising nations yet to DO,
Thrill at his Immortality!
Then roll gently by that grave.
River, hear my fondest prayer!
Peacefully should sleep she brave
Then roll softly there,
Singing q low requiem noe,
To the summer air.
must cease here. river iairest,
must cease this idle lay;
Butne cease to love thee dearest
Joy thsrs pladden'd on my way
WheTesooyef isie shall take me,
On whatever shores ] roam,
The thought OF thee shalt ne'er forsake me-
River OF my childhoOd's home!