XIV. O MOUNTAIN Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot XV. FROM this deep chasm - where quivering sunbeams play Upon its loftiest crags mine eyes behold A gloomy NICHE, capacious, blank, and cold; In semblance fresh, as if, with dire affray, XVI. AMERICAN TRADITION. SUCH fruitless questions may not long beguile There would the Indian answer with a smile Aimed at the White Man's ignorance, the while Triumphant. Inundation wide and deep, O'er which his Fathers urged, to ridge and steep Else unapproachable, their buoyant way; And carved, on mural cliff's undreaded side, Sun, moon, and stars, and beast of chase or prey; Whate'er they sought, shunned, loved, or deified! *See Humboldt's Personal Narrative. * XVII. RETURN. A DARK plume fetch me from yon blasted Yew, Perched on whose top the Danish Raven croaks; Aloft, the imperial Bird of Rome invokes Departed ages, shedding where he flew Loose fragments of wild wailing, that bestrew The clouds, and thrill the chambers of the rocks, That, calmly couching while the nightly dew Tardily sinking by its proper weight Deep into patient Earth, from whose smooth breast it came! XVIII. SEATHWAITE CHAPEL. SACRED Religion, " mother of form and fear," New rites ordaining when the old are wrecked, |