Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By George PopeMorris135 Where Hudson’s Wave
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Winds through the hills afar,
Old Cronest 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 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;
Yet Ida’s dearer far than these
To this fond breast of mine.
Of night are on my brow:
Ye pleasant haunts and quiet glades,
My soul is with you now!
I bless the star-crowned highlands where
My Ida’s footsteps roam:
O for a falcon’s wing to bear
Me onward to my home!