In such an hour he turns, and on his view,
Ocean, and earth, and heaven, burst before him.

Clouds slumbering at his feet, and the clear blue
Of Summer's sky, in beauty bending o'er him—

The city bright below; and far away,

Sparkling in golden light, his own romantic bay.

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Tail spire, and glittering roof, and battlement,
And banners floating in the sunny air;

And white sails o'er the calm blue waters bent,
Green isle and circling shore, are blended there,

In wild reality. When life is old,

And many a scene forgot, the heart will hold

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Its memory of this; nor lives there one

Whose infant breath was drawn, or boyhood's days Of happiness, were pass'd beneath that sun,

That in his manhood's prime can calmly gaze
Upon that bay, or on that mountain stand,
Nor feel the prouder of his native land.

OF THE

AMERICAN POETS

WITH CRITICAL NOTICES,

AND

A PREFACE.

LONDON:
PRINTED FOR T. AND J. ALLMAN,

PRINCES STREET, HANOVER SQUARE.

1822.