Quoth the raven—Good night.
—Arranged by F. Lizzie Peirce.
The Legend of Wissahickon.
While yet the Pale-face ne’er had peeped
Within that tranquil vale,—where steeped
In sombre, fir-clothed heights,[336] and bound
On either side[337] with moss-grown ground
And craggy cliff,[338] a goodly stream,[339]
With many a rippling noontide gleam,
Nor ceased her daily tithes to pay