Since childhood loved and dreamt of in their dreams.
How many a name, to us uncouthly wild,
Shall thrill that region’s patriotic child,
And bring as sweet thoughts o’er his bosom’s chords,
As aught that’s named in song to us affords!
Dear shall that river’s margin be to him,
Where sportive first he bathed his boyish limb,
Or petted birds, still brighter than their bowers,
Or twined his tame young kangaroo with flowers.
But more magnetic yet to memory