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on a landscape by doughty.
ON A LANDSCAPE BY DOUGHTY,
Called "The Indian Summer."
Ah, yes! in the mist, whose soft splendor
Is shed like a smile o'er the scene,
So rich, yet so meltingly tender,
So radiant, yet so serene,—
Is shed like a smile o'er the scene,
So rich, yet so meltingly tender,
So radiant, yet so serene,—
In the azure air veiling the mountain,
Far off, with its own robe of light,
In the gleam and the foam of the fountain,
In the foliage so gorgeously bright,—
Far off, with its own robe of light,
In the gleam and the foam of the fountain,
In the foliage so gorgeously bright,—
I see a wild beauty belonging
To one sunny region alone—
New England, belovèd New England!
The soul-waking scene is thine own!
To one sunny region alone—
New England, belovèd New England!
The soul-waking scene is thine own!
