COOPER, whose name is with his country's woven,
First in her files, her PIONEER of mind—
A wanderer now in other climes, has proven
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STRANGERS! your eyes are on that valley fixed
Intently, as we gaze on vacancy,
When the mind's wings overspread
The spirit-world of dreams.
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At midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,
Should tremble at his power;
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WILD ROSE of Alloway! my thanks:
Thou 'mindst me of that autumn noon
When first we met upon 'the banks
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LADY, although we have not met,
And may not meet, beneath the sky;
And whether thine are eyes of jet,
Gray, or dark blue, or violet,
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Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days!
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
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I.
'BESIDE the nuptial curtain bright'
The Bard of Eden sings,
'Young Love his constant lamp will light,
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—still her gray rocks tower above the sea
That crouches at their feet, a conquered wave;
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I.
THOU com'st, in beauty, on my gaze at last,
'On Susquehannah's side, fair Wyoming!'
Image of many a dream, in hours long past,
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