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Specimens of American poetry

with critical and biographical notices

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SUNLIGHT ON THE WATER.

There is nothing more beautiful than water. It has always the same pure flow, and the same low music, and is always ready to bear away your thoughts upon its bosom, like the Hindoo's barque of flowers, to an imaginative heaven.”

Unwritten Poetry.

There is a balmy freshness in the air;
And as the sunbeams on its surface gleam
It seems as if upon the rippled stream
A shower of diamonds fell: or as if there,
Fantastic knit in frolic mood, some fair
Invisible Spirits in the instant wound
On airy tiptoe through the measured round,
And left their dazzling foot-prints everywhere.
'T is a glad sight! and many a time I 've stood
Upon the fringed banks the streamlets lave,
Or perch'd me where some rock o'erhangs the flood,
To see the light thus kiss each little wave:
Ay! gaze even yet almost with the same joy
As when I was a young gay-hearted boy.