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From tfe JBt88. MY COUNTRIES NATIVE GLORY. 3T c9nUEGn JS DRIEy. They tell Of wave and waterfall In foreign cline and story; Bat giye-oE, give to me, OCT all, My couutry's naive glory My heart is where the waters leap From proud Niagara's dizzy steep, And where tAa foam discloses,

 To spirits tn ihat misty dell, Elusive shapes of snowy shell, Or beds cf milky roses.

 II. They tell of vaie, fnd mount. and tree, Of cavern eeep cad hoary; But siye-oh, give, o'er all, to me Mycaantry's native glory keu,Hcisv hath mammoth cave N0g Gyeo!p's home nor bloody grave Yet where thousand echoes speak, And hectic steals from heaufy's cheek; Where runs a oark me3nderiRg stream, Iii! tcrches lend their lurid glean, Nhosc waters chant a solemn song, Like Eden's, as they rolled along They tel of rivers wild and free,

 With tales of teudal foeY; But they haze aot-ne, not for me,

 My country native glory. I've stood beside the .MansiOns old, To view Potom&c's breast of gold, In summers calmest weather, And traced in thought its wiadings all From rock to rock, from fali to tall, Till nadly rush together Two rivers in their giant might,

 Like freedom in the strife for right. I've turned my gaze aloft to see The pendant erags and lowry, And from my soul exclaimed, for ne Ger all the world beside, for me

 My country's native glory! Dec. 8, l64j.