A POEM. BY BARNEY CORNWALL.
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cannot better commence my letter. ths week, than by delicious little poem, from the graceful pen of Bryant Proctor, Barry Cornwall. r hs prefers to call himself The effusion now drsl s's the light in America. I will noi tell whence OS tained it-though dare say it will be found out The source is not a secret one. though by no Dsas accessible to the general reader. What Pleaasi musical flow, what happy harmony of thought ana language, in the following verses.