Along a green luxuriant shore
Where hoary Hudson winds his way.
There high upon a slender stem
A Larkspur bloom’d in scarlet pride,
And glittering with an evening gem,
She view’d her beauties in the tide.
Hard by, beneath a cedar’s shade,
An Eglantine of softest hues,
Her blushing buds and flowers display’d,
And shed her odours with the dews.