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...