| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 135. Where Hudsons Wave |
| | | By George Pope Morris |
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| WHERE Hudsons wave oer silvery sands | |
| Winds through the hills afar, | |
| Old Cronest like a monarch stands, | |
| Crowned with a single star! | |
| And there, amid the billowy swells | 5 |
| Of rock-ribbed, cloud-capped earth, | |
| My fair and gentle Ida dwells, | |
| A nymph of mountain-birth. | |
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| The snow-flake that the cliff receives, | |
| The diamonds of the showers, | 10 |
| Springs tender blossoms, buds, and leaves, | |
| The sisterhood of flowers, | |
| Morns early beam, eves balmy breeze, | |
| Her purity define; | |
| Yet Idas dearer far than these | 15 |
| To this fond breast of mine. | |
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| 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! | 20 |
| I bless the star-crowned highlands where | |
| My Idas footsteps roam: | |
| O for a falcons wing to bear | |
| Me onward to my home! | |
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