From “Fanny”
WEEHAWKEN! In thy mountain scenery yet,
  All we adore of Nature in her wild
And frolic hour of infancy is met;
  And never has a summer’s morning smiled
Upon a lovelier scene than the full eye
Of the enthusiast revels on,—when high

Amid thy forest solitudes he climbs
  O’er crags that proudly tower above the deep,...