BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.
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I looked all abroad for a symbol of thee,
And a thousand bright symbols replied,
They bloomed on the land, they shone on the sea —
There were flowers and stars that likened might be
To thy beautiful spirit, so nearly allied
To all that is brightest on land or on sea.
The brooks on the hills in their crystaline flow,
Singing out of their mystical springs,