St Nicholas [serial] . f waters deep, So wide the waters rolled—This way must lie the world-wide sea And Indias strand of gold!So northward turned the Half-Moons prow To brave the haunted stream,The first white sail to break the hush Above the New Worlds dream! And on by cliff and palisade And misty domes of blue,The weird stream opened wide its gates To let the Half-Moon through;While Autumn spread upon the hills Her riches manifold,As if she held in utter scoin The quest for other gold. THE CRUISE OF THE HALF-MOON 45 And while the Half-Moon sailed and sailed, And woodland echoes called,The w
St Nicholas [serial] . f waters deep, So wide the waters rolled—This way must lie the world-wide sea And Indias strand of gold!So northward turned the Half-Moons prow To brave the haunted stream,The first white sail to break the hush Above the New Worlds dream! And on by cliff and palisade And misty domes of blue,The weird stream opened wide its gates To let the Half-Moon through;While Autumn spread upon the hills Her riches manifold,As if she held in utter scoin The quest for other gold. THE CRUISE OF THE HALF-MOON 45 And while the Half-Moon sailed and sailed, And woodland echoes called,The waters widened to the view— A blue bay from the headlands dizzy crags The Red Chiefs looked belowOn Hudson and his daring men, Three hundred years ago ! VII Then rugged hills on either hand Shut in the winding stream—A mirror of the shaggy wild That leaned above its day the white sails onward sped And strained the leaning spars;By night they idly hung between The silent gulfs of
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