II. Yet wanted not the eye far scope to muse, Nor vistas open'd by the wand'ring stream; Both where at evening Allegany views, Through ridges burning in her western beam, And past those settlers' haunts the eye might roam III. But silent not that adverse eastern path, IV. It seem'd as if those scenes sweet influence had That seem'd to love whate'er they look'd upon; Yet so becomingly th' expression past, That each succeeding look was lovelier than the last. V. Nor guess I, was that Pennsylvanian home, Lost on the soul that look'd from such a face! Had bound thy lovely waist with woman's zone, And joy to breathe the groves, romantic and alone. VI. The sunrise drew her thoughts to Europe forth, 'Land of my father's love, my mother's birth! My mother sure-my sire a thought may claim; • But Gertrude is to you an unregarded name. VII. And yet, lov'd England! when thy name I trace In many a pilgrim's tale and poet's song, 'How can I choose but wish for one embrace Of them, the dear unknown, to whom belong My mother's looks,-perhaps her likeness strong? 'Oh parent! with what reverential awe, From features of thine own related throng, An image of thy face my soul could draw! And see thee once again whom I too shortly saw!' VIII. Yet deem not Gertrude sigh'd for foreign joy; And keep his rev'rend head from all annoy: And early fox appear'd in momentary view. IX. Apart there was a deep untrodden grot,` Where oft the reading hours sweet Gertrude wore ; But here (methinks) might India's sons explore [time. 10 It is a custom of the Indian tribes to visit the tombs of their ancestors in the cultivated parts of America, who have been buried for upwards of a century. |