The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1859-02-19
G,l Oriaino! i]orlll.
For The Cecil Wing.
A RED RIVER SCENE.

Late where the time-scarred Catskills tower and
STROUD
Their brcws in civcrns of tempcs.uous cloud,
And. through their vIpory cowl see. far below,
The glorious Hudson roll aud hcaye and glow,
saw, with fierce delight, the battling storms
1n wild assault crswccp their awful forms;
Saw, while the cload world round Inc surg,d and
rol'el,
The sunset bdthc their crags in filming goll
And feit my soul surmount her bars to ny
hrr' minge with the mountains and the sky;
But now. on Times rude current sadly tost,
To former scenes and friends forever lost.
Far other sights upon my vision rise
vi dreary swanps pnrchcd fields and fiery skies,
Regions where life is but shorter road.
From flowers and sunshine to the dread abode
Through tangled reeds and Eoa,y cypress bolcs
And towering cotton wood the River rolls,
a dark enormous Styx, along whose banks
The unpruned forests crowd their stately ranks,
And rear, by woven stems and branches made.
vault of d imp. in erminable shade,
Where, as the W es-winds lovc they rock and toss
The ciambering vines, and undulating mos.
That round the tall huge trunks luxuriant boom
And breathe an added horror through the gloom
-Four hundred leagues from these unpcopel shades
Ana no Nous swnmps and natural cOlonnades
From splintered rocks, and gorgcs black and s,eep,
These hoarse rcd waters into sunshine leap;
n realms where still asccnls the wgwam smoke
BY AK uns'ar led and plew umbroke,
Midst tracts Of horrd crags and panthcrs lars.
And paths of wolves and haun,s of grizzly bears,
These gloomy torrents sprng and darkle down.
Through lowery giadcs and deserts bare ard
brown,
From cliff to cliff with shout and anthem leap
Through spreading wales with softer murlnurs creep
In ronder"us whi,lpoois tear the verllnt bauks
And mine the still. old forests Titan ranks,
hungry. turbil Styx. whose torrcnts roll
In gloom and horror to their distant goal.
Whilst gazing o CT the sulon foods. I stand,
Throngcd by strange shapes and new on cvciy
My ear still haunted by the Laugh of rilis Inland
That lc:p anl fash along my native hills
The forms which rise AMI crowd upon my soul
Along her airy chambers glram and lUl
Like these wild tides that spread before my eye
Aud iusb. in wave and boiling eddy by;
voice from ont the whirlins depths | hear,
These desert soules ard shadows dear
q not alonc where hamlctS gunrd the lea
ana The rich valleys spreal. verdant sea
WIN yellow foam If butter cups and spray
Of daipI' ,laises. nodding to the pay
OF gales that bear the hum the c ng and smoke
OF busy marts and heavy anvil stroke;
Not OIL, whore he noW,r-h,mu ed fountain toans
In the broal shadow of ancestral homes
Or waves OF cool. september wind are rolled
Ger cultured plains and hills of bearded gold,
Eut whore II sunbeam glds the desert sod
Or woodland murmufs with the step of God
There mind, with glorious sh pes c.n people
earth.
There beauty brcathes and poetry has birth
There am told that not alone for man
j rom Night and Oh ,oS rose he wondrous PLAN
But here. alike. for man and bird and beast
The r'ecous board is spread the royal feast
7. HAMPSTEAD.