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From Poulson's American Daily Advertiser.


LINES


Suggested by a Trip on SchaylkiH,


ABOVE FAIR MOUNT.
Twas sweet day; few clouds obscured the Hea-


vens;


The October sun in all his radiance, beam'd
On the gay foliage of the wood; how lovely!
How grand the scene! how mourniul yet how


pleasing.


On the unrufled schuylk's placid bosom,
I elided in skiF as noselessly
As Venetian gondoler at midnight,
And with melancholy joy surveyed
The changing scene, the mossy rocks that rose
Fmbrowned with faded foliage, and pride.
A more endeared feeling Of attachment
To this, my native land, enlarged my heart;
And in proud triumph to the winds, ask'd
Whether in all their wand'rings they had swept
The foliage of more enchanting region!
There. in superior beauty, sngly stood
The stately elm, whose tall and shapely trunk
was crimsoned with the foliage of vine,
And there the chesnut, with its leaves of gold,
Hung DER the polished mirror, and the winds
Gave to the chrystal depths its ripen'd fruit.
Md on the slopng bank, above esrth's robe
OF wither'd leaves, tall Autumnal Aow'r,
RivAlsd the hue Of yon cerulean arch,
And wesn'd me from the thought of desolation
While the opposing bank vista show'd
Thro' the tall trees, where rose village splre
In dazzling whiteness DER the water came
The plantive melody Of flute, combin'd
With the sad murmur of the breeze, among
The sapless leaves, and sunk into my heart
But as glided on, the tones were lost,
While the unceasing noise of crows took place
Of softer sounds-yet not to me less pleasing.
Rous'd from yon shaded creek, the timid duck
Across the stream his solitary fight
Wing'd undisturbed; ashore, the rustling leave
Betrayal the hare flying from ideal danger.
But when the Sun. retiring from the world
Yielded up all his glory to the clouds,
What Painter might pourtray the lovely scene
What Bard, inspired wsth natures eloquence,
Do justice to its GRANDEUR The still stream
seem'd like quiv'ring food of crimson light,
While every varied tint that deck'd the wood
Brighten'd to heavenly splendor; thus the hue
OF health oft 6 lows on dying besuty's check
And thus the genius of decaying youth is,
Always divine, yet brighter at its close. c.