ON LEAVING NORTH WALES AFTER A BEREAVE. MENT—AUGUST, 1841
... FAREWELL, ye mountains, whose stupendous heights Have more than realized my childhood's dreams Oft ranging days, which brought reposing nights, Low murmuring brooks, and ever-rushing streams. Yet ere I bid adieu to scenes I love, I'll pause awhile upon this green-clad hill Now rest the leaves, the clouds are chased above, All save the river and my heart are still. Yes, lovely riverl flow, for ...