Choice Specimens of American Literature, and Literary Reader · Chapter 272=351.= Highlands of the Hudson

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Where Hudson's wave o'er silvery sands Winds through the hills afar, Old Crow-nest like a monarch stands, Crowned with, a single star. And there amid the billowy swells Of rock-ribbed, cloud-capped earth, My fair and gentle Ida dwells, A nymph of mountain birth.

The snow-flake that the cliff receives— The diamonds of the showers— Spring's tender blossoms, buds, and leaves— The sisterhood of flowers— Morn's early beam, eve's balmy breeze— Her purity define;— But Ida's dearer far than these To this fond breast of mine.

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=George D. Prentice, 1802-1869.= (Manual, p. 487.)

From "The Mammoth Cave."