The daily Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1841-1845, 1845-04-09
WEST POINT BY MOONLIGHT.
WRITTEN IN THE BAGGAGE HOUSE.

I'm not romantic, but upon my word,
There are some moments when one can't help feel
As if his hearts chords strongly stirred
By things around bim, that It's vain concesling
A liule music In his soul still fingers
Whene'eT It's keys ore touched by natUTs's fingers.
And even here upon this setee lying,
With many sleepy traveller me snooLn g,
Thoughts and wild through my bosom Ay-
ing,
Like iounts when fir,t into the sunshine oozing--
For who can look on mountain, sky, and river,
Like these, and then be cold and calm eyet1
Bright Dian, who, CamiIIa.llke, dost skim yon
Azure feIds-Thou who once esrhward bending
Didst leave Thy virgin zone to young Endymlon,
On dewy Patmos TO his arms descending
Thou whom the world Of old every shore
Type of thy sex, 7SJornis did adore
Tell me--wbere er thy silver bark is steering,
BY bright Italian soft Persian lands,
Or, DER those island studded careenng,
Whose Pearl-ehsrged waves dissolve on coral
strands
Tell if thou visi,est, thou heavenly rover,
A oyeier spot than this the wide world Overt
Doth Archelous or Aranes flowing
Twin-born, from Pindus, but ne'er meeting broth
Doth Tagus DER his golden pavement glowing,
Orcradle-freighted Gange. the repfoach of moth
The storied Rhine, or far-famed GuadaIquiyer,
Match they IN beauty my own glorious rlverl
What though tuuet gray or ivied column
Along these cliffs their sombre ruins rearl
What though frowning tower temple solemn
OF despots tell and superstition here
What though that mouldenng forts fast-crumblng
walls
Did ne'er enclose barons hammered balls
Its sinking arches once gave back as proud
An echo to the ar-blown elarion's peal
As gallant hearts its battlements did crowd,
As ever beat beneath vest Of steel
When herad's trump on knighthood's haughtiesl day
Called forth cbiyarlc host TO battle fray.
For here amid these woods did he keep court
Before whose mighty soul the common crowd
OF heroes, who alone for Fame have fought
Are like the Patriarch's sheaves to Heav' nj chosn
bowed;
He who his country's eagle taught to soar
And fired those which shine Ger every shore
And sights and sounds which the world have won
dered,
Within these wild ravnes have had their birth
Young freedoms cannon from these gIens have
Numbered,
And not verdant glade mountain hoary
But treasures up within the glorious story.
And yet not rich 10 high souled memories only
Is every moon-touched headland round me CLEAN
ing,
Each cavernous glen and leafy valley lonely
And silver torrent Der the bald rock streaming;
But such soft fances here may breathe around,
As make Vaucuse and Clarens haowed ground
Where tell me where, pale Watcher of the Night
Thou that to love oft hast lent its soul,
Since the lorn Lesblan languished meath thy light,
Or fiery Montague TO his Juliet stole
Where dost thou find filter place on EARTH
To nurse young love in hearts like theirs 10 birth?
But know, bright Peri of the skies descending,
Thy pearly car hangs DER yon mountains crest,
w bile night more nearly now each step attending,
As if to hide thy envied place Of rest,
Closes at last thy very couch beside,
"A matron curtainng virgin bride.
Farewell though tears every leaf are starting,
While thy last glances through the green boughs
culver,
AS of the good, when heavenward hence departing
Shines Thy last smile upon the placid river.
So-could fling DER gory's tide one ray
Would too stea from this dark world away
RHODE ISLAND ELECTION Returns from all the
towns have been received. yackson's msiority for
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