Where hudson’s wave o’er silvery sands Winds through the hills afar, Old Cronest like a monarch stands, Crowned with a single star! And there, amid the billowy swells Of rock-ribbed, cloud-capped earth, My fair and gentle Ida dwells, A nymph of mountain-birth. The snow-flake that the cliff receives, The diamonds of the showers, Spring’s tender blossoms, buds, and leaves, The sisterhood of flowers, Morn’s early beam, eve’s balmy breeze, Her purity define; Yet Ida’s dearer far than these To this fond breast of mine. My heart is on the hills. The shades Of night are on my brow: Ye pleasant haunts and quiet glades, My soul is with you now! I bless the star-crowned highlands where My Ida’s footsteps roam: O for a falcon’s wing to bear Me onward to my home!
Where Hudson's Wave
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