Yet thou wert once the loveliest land of all
That see the Atlantic's wave their morn restore."
Campbell.
"Thou com'st in beauty on my gaze at last,
'On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming,'
Image of many a dream, in hours long past,
When life was in its bud and blossoming,
And waters, gushing from the fountain spring
Of pure enthusiast thought, dimm'd my young eyes,
As by the poet borne, on unseen wing,