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, rocks and waters! here ye lie, And o'er ye spreads the same blue sky, As when in early days, My childish feet your cliffs essayed, My wondering eye your depths surveyed, Where the vexed torrent stays.

O'er bolder scenes mine age hath strayed, By floods that make your light cascade Seem as an infant's play, Yet dearer is it still to me. Than all their boasted pageantry That charms the traveller's way.

For here, enchanted, side by side, With me, would many a play-mate glide When school-day's task was o'er, Who deemed this world, from zone to zone, Had nought of power or wonder known Like this resounding shore.