Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By To EmmaRichard B. Davis (17711799)
I
That Hudson’s verdant banks adorn;
I ’ve seen the richest crimson glow
That paints the smiling face of morn:
(Fraught with the sweets of many a flower,
Wafted sweet incense through the vale,
And bless’d the contemplative hour.
And sweet the rays of morning shine
Sweet are the sounds by zephyrs borne,
But sweeter charms, my fair, are thine.
Clouds shall obscure the brightest day;
Music shall cease to bless the shade,
And even thy beauties must decay:
Beams from those eyes, and tunes that tongue,
Virtue—shall ever shine confess’d,
And ever claim my noblest song.