IV.
Oh! for a seat on Appalachia’s brow,
That I might scan the glorious prospect round,
Wild waving woods, and rolling floods below,
Smooth level glades and fields with grain embrown’d,
High heaving hills, with tufted forests crown’d,
Rearing their tall tops to the heaven’s blue dome,
And emerald isles, like banners green unwound,
Floating along the lake, while round them roam
Bright helms of billowy blue and plumes of dancing foam.
V.
’Tis true no fairies haunt our verdant meads,
No grinning imps deform our blazing hearth;
Beneath the kelpie’s fang no traveller bleeds,
Nor gory vampyre taints our holy earth,
Nor spectres stalk to frighten harmless mirth,
Nor tortured demon howls adown the gale;
Fair reason checks these monsters in their birth.
Yet have we lay of love and horrid tale
Would dim the manliest eye and make the bravest pale.
VI.
Where is the stony eye that hath not shed
Compassion’s heart-drops o’er the sweet Mc Rea?
Through midnight’s wilds by savage bandits led,
“Her heart is sad—her love is far away!”
Elate that lover waits the promised day
When he shall clasp his blooming bride again—
Shine on, sweet visions! dreams of rapture, play!
Soon the cold corse of her he loved in vain
Shall blight his withered heart and fire his frenzied brain.
VII.
Romantic Wyoming! could none be found
Of all that rove thy Eden groves among,
To wake a native harp’s untutored sound,
And give thy tale of wo the voice of song?
Oh! if description’s cold and nerveless tongue
From stranger harps such hallowed strains could call,
How doubly sweet the descant wild had rung,
From one who, lingering round thy ruined wall,
Had plucked thy mourning flowers and wept thy timeless fall.
VIII.
The Huron chief escaped from foemen nigh,
His frail bark launches on Niagara’s tides,
“Pride in his port, defiance in his eye,”
Singing his song of death the warrior glides;
In vain they yell along the river sides,
In vain the arrow from its sheaf is torn,
Calm to his doom the willing victim rides,
And, till adown the roaring torrent borne,
Mocks them with gesture proud, and laughs their rage to scorn.