Chazy

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Chazy by Lewis V.F. Randolph, read for LibriVox.org.

The minstrel breezes touch the chords That sweep across the waves, And echo answers to our shouts From distant mountain caves; While Cynthia's cloudy shallops skim Her calm cerulean sea, Here in our light canoe we float On beautiful Chazy.

The mountains, somber and sublime, Stand bold against the skies; Stern sentinels that sleepless watch The cradled lake that lies In childlike innocence and trust Breathing so peacefully, While starry dreams their light diffuse O'er beautiful Chazy.

Bright Cynthia, guide thy cloudy fleet Across thine azure sea; Ye warrior hills, in mail of green, Watch ever steadfastly; Sweet lake, still trustfully Repose, and may my destiny Be calm and bright as thou to-night, O beautiful Chazy! End of poem.

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The Delaware Water Gap by Lewis V.F. Randolph, read for LibriVox.org. Beautiful may be the rivers Of the distant olden world; Grand indeed must be its mountains, Round whose foreheads oft are curled Snowy locks, like those depending From the old-time courtier's brow; But we may not pause to muse upon Their boasted splendors now.

lily crown crown of the lake at nature's banquet worn worn for her sake lake robed in silken sheen smiling while hills in green send her from lordly heights tribute streams of delights cheerily borne The Brook by Louis V. F. Randolph.

Read for LibriVox.org. sweet is this breath of mountain air and this rest from our wild-wood tramp and sweet is the brimming cup i quaff from the brook behind our camp it flows through the graves of ancient trees that moulder in darkness and damp yet an ever fresh and living stream is the brook behind our camp it treasures the glance of the noontide beam and the gleam of the starry lamp for pure as the soul that is free from guile is the brook behind our camp in vain seek the envious rocks and roots its freedom to crush or cramp it trolls along its liberty song the brook behind our camp often in busy haunts i shall pray let my character take its stamp from the constancy purity freedom and force of the brook behind our camp Chazy by Louis V. F. Randolph.

Read for LibriVox.org. the minstrel breezes touch the chords that sweep across the waves and echo answers to our shouts from distant mountain caves while cynthia's cloudy shallops skim her calm cerulean sea here in our light canoe we float on beautiful the mountains sombre and sublime stand bold against the skies stern sentinels that sleepless watch the cradled lake that lies in childlike innocence and trust breathing so peacefully while starry dreams their light diffuse o'er beautiful bright cynthia guide thy cloudy fleet across thine azure sea ye warrior hills in mail of green watch ever steadfastly sweet lake still trustfully repose and may my destiny be calm and bright as thou to-night o beautiful This recording is in the public domain.

beautiful may be the rivers of the distant olden world grand indeed must be its mountains round whose foreheads oft are curled snowy locks like those depending from the old-time courtier's brow but we may not pause to muse upon their boasted splendors now for within the ample limits of our own beloved state scenes replete with rare enticements our portrayal still await have you stood upon our borders where the waters gently sweep twixt the stern and stately mountains these their faithful vigils keep and like parents fondly gazing on the infant of their care seem to listen to the of the lovely delaware twas a balmy summer evening when my poet friend and i first beneath that placid current saw the shadows mingled lie while the sun his parting glances cast athwart the waters clear ere he weighed his golden anchor for another hemisphere near at hand a boat was lying on the sloping pebbled strand on the sylvan shore the mountain grew more gloomy and more grand till her sunny tresses buried low in night's maternal lap joyous day had sunk to slumber in the peaceful water gap in the morning we are climbing the redoubted jersey bluff scaling nature's lofty battlements precipitous and rough where the rattlesnake's reveille beats to warn you of his blow and the pilot fierce gorilla lurks concealed to strike the foe now we pluck the starry laurel joy from desolation born on the highest peak the richest like the wreath by greatness worn as we stand upon the summit what a landscape greets our eye looking eastward town and hamlet field and wood alternate lie yonder basks the sleepy hillside in the sun's somnific beam now and then a filmy shadow floating o'er it like a dream just before us to the westward rise the heights of minnesink and beyond the chain of pocono with many a giant link in its everlasting fetters holds the uncomplaining earth bound in unremitting thraldom from the moment of her birth far below the river stretches like a python through the vale on the shore a crawling reptile seems the dragon of the rail glancing upward we behold the graceful cloudlets overhead like the spotless robes of angels on the azure meadow spread so we gaze with happy wonder all around above below while our hearts with warm devotion to the great designer glow when at night we find our chamber full of gentle holy light every low and carnal passion from our bosoms takes its flight as we muse upon the pleasures and the glories of the day in a trance of silent ecstasy our spirits float away Every thought is hushed in silence, Every busy sense is still, Lulled to slumber by the music Of the plaintive whippoorwill.

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Chazy by Lewis V.F. Randolph.

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The minstrel breezes touch the chords that sweep across the waves, and echo answers to our shouts from distant mountain caves; while Cynthia's cloudy shallops skim her calm cerulean sea, here in our light canoe we float on beautiful Chazy.

The mountains, somber and sublime, stand bold against the skies, stern sentinels that sleepless watch the cradled lake that lies in childlike innocence and trust breathing so peacefully, while starry dreams their light diffuse o'er beautiful Chazy.

Bright Cynthia! guide thy cloudy fleet Across thine azure sea; Ye warrior hills, in mail of green, Watch ever steadfastly; Sweet lake! still trustfully Repose, and may my destiny Be calm and bright, as thou to-night, O beautiful Chazy! End of poem.

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The Delaware Water Gap, 1859, by Lewis VF Randolph.