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III.But silent not that adverse eastern path,Which saw Aurora's hills th' horizon crown;:There was the river heard, in bed of wrath,(A precipice of foam from mountains brown,)Like tumults heard from some far distant town;But softening in approach he left his gloom,And murmured pleasantly, and laid him downTo kiss those easy curving banks of bloom,That lent the windward air an exquisite perfume.
IV.It seemed as if those scenes sweet influence hadOn Gertrude's soul, and kindness like their ownInspired those eyes affectionate and glad,That seemed to love whate'er they looked upon;Whether with Hebe's mirth her features shone,Or if a shade more pleasing them o'ercast,(As if for heavenly musing meant alone;)Yet so becomingly th' expression past,That each succeeding look was lovelier than the last.
V.Nor guess I, was that Pennsylvanian home,With all its picturesque and balmy grace,And fields that were a luxury to roam,Lost on the soul that looked from such a face!.Enthusiast of the woods! when years apaceHad bound thy lovely waist with woman's zone,The sunrise path, at morn, I see thee traceTo hills with high magnolia overgrown,And joy to breathe the groves, romantic and alone.
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