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Collection compiled by John Gardiner Calkins Brainard.

General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1882 Original Publisher: Published by P. B. Goodsell Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: The mother chides her truant boy, And keeps him well from harm; While in the grove the happy maid Hangs on her lover's arm. Another breeze is on the sea, Another wave is there, And floats abroad triumphantly, A banner bright and fair. And peaceful hands and happy hearts, And g illant spirits keep Each star that decks it pure and bright, Above the rolling deep. July 4lh, 1827. TO THE CONNECTICUT RIVER. From that lone lake, the sweetest of the chain That links the mountain to the mighty main, Fresh from the rock and swelling by the tree, Rushing to meet and dare and breast the sea -- Fair, noble, glorious river in thy wave The sunniest slopes and sweetest pastures lave; The mountain torrent, with its wintry roar Springs from its home and leaps upon thy shore: The promontories love thee -- and for this Turn their rough cheeks and stay thee for thy kiss. S. tern, at thy source, thy northern Guardians stand. Rude rulers of the solitary land, Wild dwellers by thy cold sequester'd springs, Of earth the feathers and of air the wings; Their blasts have rock'd thy cradle, and in storm Cover'd thy couch and swath'd in snow thy form -- Yet, bless'd by all the elements that sweep The clouds above, or the unfathom'd deep, The purest breezes scent thy blooming hills, The gentlest dews drop on thy eddying rills, By the moss'd bank, and by the aged tree, The silver streamlet smoothest glides to thee. The young oak greets thee at the water's edge, Wet by the wave, though anchor'd in the ledge. -- 'Tis there the otte...

Collection compiled by John Gardiner Calkins Brainard.

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This scarce antiquarian book is a selection from Kessinger Publishing's Legacy Reprint Series. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment to protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature. Kessinger Publishing is the place to find hundreds of thousands of rare and hard-to-find books with something of interest for everyone!

Collection compiled by John Gardiner Calkins Brainard.