| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | An Ode for the Grand Canal Celebration, November 4, 1825 (abridged) | | By Samuel Woodworth |
| | | ’TIS done, ’tis done! The mighty chain | |
| Which joins bright Erie to the Main, | |
| For ages shall perpetuate | |
| The glory of our native State. | |
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| ’Tis done! The monarch of the briny tide, | 5 |
| Whose giant arm encircles earth, | |
| To virgin Erie is allied, | |
| A bright-eyed nymph of mountain birth. | |
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| Rising from their watery cells | |
| Tritons sport upon the tide, | 10 |
| And gaily blow their trumpet-shells | |
| In honour of the bride. | |
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| Sea-nymphs leave their coral caves, | |
| Deep beneath the ocean waves, | |
| Where they string with tasteful care | 15 |
| Pearls upon their sea-green hair. | |
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| Thetis’ virgin train advances, | |
| Mingling in the bridal dances; | |
| Jove himself with raptured eye | |
| Throws his forkèd thunders by, | 20 |
| And bids Apollo seize his golden lyre, | |
| A strain of joy to wake; | |
| While Fame proclaims that Ocean’s Sire | |
| Is wedded to the goddess of the Lake. | |
| The smiling god of song obeys | 25 |
| And heaven re-echoes with his sounding lays. | | | | |
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