It touched this mountain-sloping shore.

In that far off and hallowed home

Beyond the Allegheny’s sky,

Where breaks the white Atlantic foam,

And all life’s dear affections lie!

Ah me! what of these mountain scenes,

O’er which the blue sky sweetly beams!

This land of wild romantic charms

That man’s imperial wish embalms;

This clime of gold, whose sound to greet,