Journey to Trenton Falls
I.
TO MY FRIENDS AND COMPANIONS.
If this faint reflex from those days so bright
May aught of sympathy among you gain,
I shall not think these verses penned in vain;
Though they tell nothing of the fancies light,
The kindly deeds, rich thoughts, and various grace
With which you knew to make the hours so fair,
That neither grief nor sickness could efface
From memory’s tablet what you printed there.
Could I have breathed your spirit through these lines,
They might have charms to win a critic’s smile,
Or the cold worldling of a sigh beguile.
I could but from my being bring one tone;
May it arouse the sweetness of your own.
II.
THE HIGHLANDS.
I saw ye first, arrayed in mist and cloud;
No cheerful lights softened your aspect bold;
A sullen gray, or green, more grave and cold,
The varied beauties of the scene enshroud.
Yet not the less, O Hudson! calm and proud,
Did I receive the impress of that hour
Which showed thee to me, emblem of that power
Of high resolve, to which even rocks have bowed;
Thou wouldst not deign thy course to turn aside,
And seek some smiling valley’s welcome warm,
But through the mountain’s very heart, thy pride
Has been, thy channel and thy banks to form.
Not even the “bulwarks of the world” could bar
The inland fount from joining ocean’s war!
III.
CATSKILL.
How fair at distance shone yon silvery blue,
O stately mountain-tops, charming the mind
To dream of pleasures which she there may find,
Where from the eagle’s height she earth can view!
Nor are those disappointments which ensue;
For though, while eyeing what beneath us lay,
Almost we shunned to think of yesterday,
As wonderingly our looks its course pursue.
Dwarfed to a point the joys of many hours,
The river on whose bosom we were borne
Seems but a thread, of pride and beauty shorn;
Its banks, its shadowy groves, like beds of flowers,
Wave their diminished heads;—yet would we sigh,
Since all this loss shows us more near the sky?
IV.
VALLEY OF THE MOHAWK.
Could I my words with gentlest grace imbue,
Which the flute’s breath, or harp’s clear tones, can bless,
I then might hope the feelings to express,
And with new life the happy day endue,
Thou gav’st, O vale, than Tempe’s self more fair!
With thy romantic stream and emerald isles,
Touched by an April mood of tears and smiles
Which stole on matron August unaware;
The meads with all the spring’s first freshness green,
The trees with summer’s thickest garlands crowned,
And each so elegant, that fairy queen
All day might wander ere she chose her round;
No blemish on the sense of beauty broke,
But the whole scene one ecstasy awoke.
V.
TRENTON FALLS, EARLY IN THE MORNING.
The sun, impatient, o’er the lofty trees
Struggles to illume as fair a sight as lies
Beneath the light of his joy-loving eyes,
Which all the forms of energy must please;
A solemn shadow falls in pillared form,
Made by yon ledge, which noontide scarcely shows,
Upon the amber radiance, soft and warm,
Where through the cleft the eager torrent flows.
Would you the genius of the place enjoy,
In all the charms contrast and color give?
Your eye and taste you now may best employ,
For this the hour when minor beauties live;
Scan ye the details as the sun rides high,
For with the morn these sparkling glories fly.
VI.
TRENTON FALLS, (AFTERNOON.)
A calmer grace o’er these still hours presides;
Now is the time to see the might of form;
The heavy masses of the buttressed sides,
The stately steps o’er which the waters storm;
Where, ’neath the mill, the stream so gently glides,
You feel the deep seclusion of the scene,
And now begin to comprehend what mean
The beauty and the power this chasm hides.
From the green forest’s depths the portent springs,
But from those quiet shades bounding away,
Lays bare its being to the light of day,
Though on the rock’s cold breast its love it flings.
Yet can all sympathy such courage miss?
Answer, ye trees! who bend the waves to kiss.
VII.
TRENTON FALLS BY MOONLIGHT.
I deemed the inmost sense my soul had blessed
Which in the poem of thy being dwells,
And gives such store for thought’s most sacred cells;
And yet a higher joy was now confessed.
With what a holiness did night invest
The eager impulse of impetuous life,
And hymn-like meanings clothed the waters’ strife!
With what a solemn peace the moon did rest
Upon the white crest of the waterfall;
The haughty guardian banks, by the deep shade,
In almost double height are now displayed.
Depth, height, speak things which awe, but not appall.
From elemental powers this voice has come,
And God’s love answers from the azure dome.