He gazes upward to the midnight sky,
The same dim vault where orbs as brightly shone,
When watched by the Chaldean’s wakeful eye,
As now they shine; his dreamings are of high
And holy things; to him the earth is young—
The heavens are young; in joyous infancy
A nation buds around—to whom belong
No past, no memories, but a future bright and strong.
LETTER VI.
Tallulah Falls, Georgia, April, 1848.