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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By George PopeMorris

135 Where Hudson’s Wave

WHERE Hudson’s wave o’er silvery sands

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 snow-flake that the cliff receives,

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.

My heart is on the hills. The shades

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!