MONTPELIER.
THE RESIDENCE OF JAMES MADISON, ESQ., EX-PRESIDENT OF
THE UNITED STATES.
How fair beneath Virginia's sky,
Montpelier strikes the traveller's eye,
Emerging from its forest bower,
Like feudal chieftain's ancient tower,
With parks and lawns and gardens drest,
In peaceful verdure proudly blest.
What blended beauties cheer the sight!
The distant mountains' misty height,
The circling prospect's cultured bound,
The attic temple's echoing round,
The locust copse where warblers throng,
And gaily pour the unfettered song,
The flowers in bright profusion seen,
The luscious fig's luxuriant green,
The clasping vine, whose clusters fair
Seem as of genial France the care,
The bright-eyed pheasant, beauteous guest,
The eastern bird, with gorgeous vest,
Still for his mimic speech carest,
The curtaining jessamine that showers
Rich fragrance o'er the nightly bowers,
Those halls, whose varied stores impart
The classic pencil's magic art,
