STANZAS TO E——.
Where the young mountain river
Springs for the far-off ocean;
Where the fresh leaflets quiver
With a delightful motion;
Oh! thither hie, and see
How Nature’s youth doth tell of thee.
Where hang the sweet wild roses,
And the pale lilies drooping;
Where the violet reposes
’Neath young leaves o’er it stooping;
Oh! wander there, and see
How Nature’s beauty speaks of thee.
Where the glad brook is bringing
Sweet music never dying;
Where the bright birds are singing,
And gentle winds are sighing;
Oh! thither go with me,
And list to Nature’s song of thee.
Where ivy is entwining,
The stern tree’s branch down-bending;
Where flowers are e’er combining
Their perfume, heaven-ascending;
Oh! roam thou there, and see
How Nature’s love breathes but of thee.