Mount Yonah—Vale of Nacoochee.

Before me, as I stand, his broad, round head

Mount Yohah lifts the neighboring hills above,

While, at his foot, all pleasantly is spread

Nacoochee’s vale, sweet as a dream of love.

Cradle of Peace! mild, gentle as the dove

Whose tender accents from yon woodlands swell,

Must she have been who thus has interwove

Her name with thee, and thy soft, holy spell,

And all of peace which on this troubled globe may dwell!

Nacoochee—in tradition, thy sweet queen—

Has vanished with her maidens: not again

Along thy meadows shall their forms be seen;

The mountain echoes catch no more the strain

Of their wild Indian lays at evening’s wane;

No more, where rumbling branches interwine,

They pluck the jasmine flowers, or break the cane

Beside the marshy stream, or from the vine

Shake down, in purple showers, the luscious muscadine.

Yet round thee hangs the same sweet spirit still!

Thou art among these hills a sacred spot,

As if shut out from all the clouds of ill

That gloom so darkly o’er the human lot.

On thy green breast the world I quite forgot—

Its stern contentions—its dark grief and care,

And I breathed freer, deeper, and blushed not

At old emotions long, long stifled there,

Which sprang once more to life in thy calm, loving air.

I saw the last bright gleam of sunset play

On Yonah’s lofty head: all quiet grew

Thy bosom, which beneath the shadows lay

Of the surrounding mountains; deeper blue

Fell on their mighty summits; evening threw

Her veil o’er all, and on her azure brow

A bright star shone; a trusting form I drew

Yet closer to my side; above, below,

Within were peace and hope life may not often know!

Thou loveliest of earth’s valleys! fare thee well!

Nor is the parting pangless to my soul.

Youth, hope and happiness with thee shall dwell,

Unsullied Nature hold o’er thee control,

And years still leave thee beauteous as they roll.

Oh! I could linger with thee! yet this spell

Must break, e’en as upon my heart it stole,

And found a weakness there I may not tell—

An anxious life, a troubled future claim me! fare thee well!