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[Canela S. <pha...@ky...>]

N Appalachia's brow, That I might scan the glorious prospect round, Wild
waving woods, and rolling floods below, Smooth level glades and fields
with grain embrown'd, High heaving hills, with tufted forests crown'd,
Rearing their tall tops to the heaven's blue dome, And emerald isles,
like banners green unwound, Floating along the lake, while round them
roam Bright helms of billowy blue and plumes of dancing foam. V. 'Tis
true no fairies haunt our verdant meads, No grinning imps deform our
blazing hearth; Beneath the kelpie's fang no traveller bleeds, Nor gory
vampyre taints our holy earth, Nor spectres stalk to frighten harmless
mirth, Nor tortured demon howls adown the gale; Fair reason checks these
monsters in their birth. Yet have we lay of love and horrid tale Would
dim the manliest eye and make the bravest pale. VI. Where is the stony
eye that hath not shed Compassion's heart-drops o'er the sweet Mc Rea?
Through midnight's wilds by savage bandits led, "Her heart is sad--her
love is far away!" Elate that lover waits the promised day When he shall
clasp