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[This poem appeared as one of a collection printed in Cincinnati in

1841. The general title of the book was "Lovers of the Deep." To

any one who is acquainted with the culture of Cincinnati the prophetic

vision of the poet can be keenly appreciated.]

City of gardens, verdant parks, sweet bowers;

Blooming upon thy bosom, bright and fair,

Wet with the dews of spring and summer's showers,

And fanned by every breath of wandering air;

Rustling the foliage of thy green groves, where

The blue-bird's matin wakes the smiling morn,

And sparkling humming-birds of plumage rare,

With tuneful pinions on the zephyrs borne,

Disport the flowers among, and glitter and adorn:

Fair is thy seat, in soft recumbent rest

Beneath the grove-clad hills; whence morning wings

The gentle breezes of the fragrant west,

That kiss the surface of a thousand spring:

Nature, her many-colored mantle flings

Around thee, and adorns thee as a bride;

While polished Art his gorgeous tribute brings,

And dome and spire ascending far and wide

Their pointed shadows dip in thy Ohio's tide.

So fair in infancy-O what shall be

Thy blooming prime expanding like the rose

In fragrant beauty; when a century

Hath passed upon thy birth and time bestows

The largess of a world that freely throws

Her various tribute from remotest shores,

To enrich the western Rome: Here shall repose

Science and art; and from times subtile ores-

Nature's unfolded page-knowledge enrich her stores.

Talent and Genius to thy feet shall bring

Their brilliant offerings of immortal birth:

Display the secrets of Pieria's spring,

Castalia's fount of melody and mirth:

Beauty and grace and chivalry and worth.