XXIX. I turn to thee fair Trenton! Soft the sound Of falling waters breaks upon the ear, Now in the distance faint, now heard more near Where the high banks their cumbrous foliage rear, The ever-restless waves their deeper channel wear: XXX. Such melody is in the mingled voice Of rushing waters, when the mellow roar The reeling eddy slowly seems to creep, As though the waves were stunn'd with their descending leap. XXXI. But, soon reviving, they rush on, and chafe On whose steep side the foot is scarcely safe. In quietude and peace; and softly bright, XXXII. While, dark beneath, the torrent wends its way; And, sullenly, the plunging fall is seen To sink within its curtain'd bed of spray; Seeming as though those beauteous banks had been United, ere the rude waves rush'd between And sever'd them for ever. Moulder'd low Tho' many a proud stem lies, yet others lean As fondly o'er the darkling gulf, and grow In all fantastic forms above its ceaseless flow. XXXIII. So, too, amid the forest's deep'ning shade Youth triumphs over age; for here the scene Grows sterner: mould'ring trunks, where Time has laid His heavy hand in silence, stretch between The lofty woods, where culture ne'er has been Extended to control their growth; and here The failing *hemlock's broken branches lean For help against the sturdy pine, and rear On high the shatter'd limbs whose dying day is near. XXXIV. Lie there thou prostrate monarch of the wood! Memorial of Time's incessant flow! Mark still the spot where thou hast proudly stood, And tell how tempest of past years might blow, And how once roar'd the blast which laid thee low: That long hush'd storm is gone for ever by, And thy stout seedlings high above thee grow; Rearing their quiet foliage to that sky Whose darker mood, long since, has bid thee lowly lie. *Abies Canadensis XXXV. And thou hast yet sav'd somewhat from decay; Had reach'd the forest land? where are they gone Who dwelt around thee? where the hunting cries Which, gaily floating on the breath of morn, Rous'd from his leafy lair the lightly bounding fawn? XXXVI. That startling cry is now for ever still; And still'd for ever is the wild deer's bound; And pointing to the woods what they, full soon, must be. XXXVII. On ev'ry side extends the vast expanse Of gloomy forest, where the loit❜ring breeze The Christian wanders through such scenes as these; Where but the wind, with melancholy moan, Despairing of all other sounds gives forth its own, XXXVIII. To tell him of his utter loneliness, And draw, perchance, the heart's responding sigh: When thoughts of earth seem only to deride And leave the weary mind unsatisfied. Bright in its passing show, but never to abide, |