. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Where streets should run and sages ought to be. And look, how calmly in yon radiant wave,The dying sun prepares his golden mighty river! 0 ye banks of shade!Ye matchless scenes, in natures morning made,While still, in all th exuberance of prime,She pourd her wonders, lavishly sublime,Nor yet had learnd to stoop, with humbler care,From grand to soft, from wonderful to fair;—Say, were your towering hills, your boundless floods,Your rich savannas and majestic bards should meditate and heroes woman char

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Where streets should run and sages ought to be. And look, how calmly in yon radiant wave,The dying sun prepares his golden mighty river! 0 ye banks of shade!Ye matchless scenes, in natures morning made,While still, in all th exuberance of prime,She pourd her wonders, lavishly sublime,Nor yet had learnd to stoop, with humbler care,From grand to soft, from wonderful to fair;—Say, were your towering hills, your boundless floods,Your rich savannas and majestic bards should meditate and heroes woman charm, and man deserve her love,—0 say, was world so bright, but born to graceIts own half-organized, half-minded race*^Of weak barbarians, swarming oer its vermin genderd on the lions crest?Were none but brutes to call that soil their none but demigods should dare to roam?Or, worse, thou wondrous world! 0, doubly worse,Did heaven design thy lordly land to nurse

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