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FALLS OF THE YANTIC.
FALLS OF THE YANTIC,
AT NORWICH, CONNECTICUT.
Hills, rocks and waters! here ye lie,
And o'er ye spreads the same blue sky,
As when in early days,
My childish feet your cliffs essayed,
My wondering eye your depths surveyed,
Where the vexed torrent stays.
O'er bolder scenes mine age hath strayed,
By floods that make your light cascade
Seem as an infant's play,
Yet dearer is it still to me.
Than all their boasted pageantry
That charms the traveller's way.
For here, enchanted, side by side,
With me, would many a play-mate glide
When school-day's task was o'er,
Who deemed this world, from zone to zone,
Had nought of power or wonder known
Like this resounding shore.
