. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. Not seldom when with heat the valleys handmaid Frost with spangled tissue quaint THE SACO VALLEY. 209 Thy cradle decks;—to chant thy birtli, thou hast No meaner Poet than the whistling Blast, And Desolation is thy Patron-Saint! She guards thee, ruthless Power! who would not spare Those mighty forests, once the bisons screen. Where stalked the huge deer to his shaggy lair Through paths and alleys roofed with sombre green; Thousands of years before the silent air Was pierced by whizzing shaft of hunter keen! &;, who v
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. Not seldom when with heat the valleys handmaid Frost with spangled tissue quaint THE SACO VALLEY. 209 Thy cradle decks;—to chant thy birtli, thou hast No meaner Poet than the whistling Blast, And Desolation is thy Patron-Saint! She guards thee, ruthless Power! who would not spare Those mighty forests, once the bisons screen. Where stalked the huge deer to his shaggy lair Through paths and alleys roofed with sombre green; Thousands of years before the silent air Was pierced by whizzing shaft of hunter keen! &;, who visited these falls about a fortnight after theirdiscovery, is inclined to ascribe to them a nobler beauty than anyothers thus far known among the mountains. He describes the pic-turesque rock-forms as wonderful, and their richness in color andmarking, in mosses and lichens, as more admirable than any othershe has had the privilege of studying in the mountain region. Andthis cascade is only a sample, probably, of the uncelebrated beautiesin the wi
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