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 And the spray-showers their noonday halos wreathing Around "Cohoes," are brightened by his fame. And bright its sunbeam o'er St. Lawrence smiles, Her million lilies, and her thousand isles.

We hear his music in her oarsmen's lay, And where her church-bells "toll the evening chime;" Yet when to him the grateful heart would pay Its homage, now, and in all coming time, Up springs a doubtful question whether we Owe it to Tara's minstrel or Targee.

Together oft they wandered—many a spot Now consecrated, as the minstrel's theme, By words of beauty ne'er to be forgot, Their mutual feet have trod; and when the stream Of thought and feeling flowed in mutual speech, 'Twere vain to tell how much each taught to each.

But, from the following song, it would appear That he of Erin from the sachem took The model of his "Bower of Bendemeer," One of the sweetest airs in Lalla Rookh;