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thou now!

 Where is the Wilderness, That once was wide around thee? aye, so

 broad,

 That the keen vulture, OCT thee in the air, Saw not it's confines Where the Indians!

 Where The smoking cabin and the fresh tufn'd sod, Wet with, blood the settler gave to God, , His purchase and his cess, For the Elysian lands his sons possess? Up to thy cloud once more, Keen vulture! stretch the wing and scale

 the sky:

 Where is the wilderness! Adown the Eastern the flood of emigration sweeps; On the North lakes thousand squadrons ply; And o'er the Western prairies, where thine

 eye

 Wearies, the smoke drifts pour Vain search vain thought! the Wilderness

 was but OF .YOkE. Ofyore-for sweetly seen Der the smooth tide, thy rotting boughs be-

 hold

 The magic city-wall, and roof, and spire, Blazing in sunset, and their pictured fire Glass'd in the river rolling on i'll gold- A scene of Heaven! What say st thou, pat

 riarch old,

 That view'st the latest scene Ohio sleeping at the foot-stool of his Queen? Enough---It is the last Of all the changes and thy ruins grim But i'll beseem the pageant smiling near. Yet fall not; lift thy mouldering hatch

 ments sere Still for the musing passer. Every limb, Plunged in the flood shall tell it's tale to him, Better than trumpet blast-- Its legends of the Wilderness, it's story of the

 past.