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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mr. Bleecker, on his passage to New York</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Shall Fancy still pursue th' expanding sails,<br>Calm Neptune's brow, or raise impelling gales?<br>Or with her Bleecker, ply the lab'ring oar,<br>When pleasing scenes invite him to the shore,<br>There with him thro' the fading vallies rove,<br>Blest in idea with the man I love?<br>Methinks I see the broad majestic sheet<br>Swell to the wind; the flying shores retreat:<br>I see the banks, with varied foliage gay,<br>Inhale the misty sun's reluctant ray;<br>The lofty groves, stript of their verdure, rise<br>To the inclemence of autumnal skies.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rough mountains now appear, while pendant woods<br>Hang o'er the gloomy steep and shade the floods;<br>Slow moves the vessel, while each distant sound<br>The cavern'd echoes doubly loud rebound:<br>A placid stream meanders on the steep,<br>'Till tumbling from the cliff, divides the frowning deep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh tempt not Fate on those stupendous rocks,<br>Where never shepherd led his timid slocks;<br>But shagged bears in those wild deserts stray,<br>And wolves, who howl against the lunar ray:<br>There builds the rav'nous hawk her lofty nest,<br>And there the soaring eagle takes her rest;<br>The solitary deer recoils to hear<br>The torrent thundering in the mid-way air.<br>Ah! let me intercede---Ah! spare her breath,<br>Nor aim the tube charg'd with a leaden death.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But now advancing to the op'ning sea,<br>The wind springs up, the less'ning mountains flee;<br>The eastern banks are crown'd with rural seats,<br>And Nature's work, the hand of Art completes.<br>Here Philips's villa, where Pomona joins<br>At once the product of a hundred climes;<br>Here, ting'd by Flora, Asian flow'rs unfold</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Their burnish'd leaves of vegetable gold.<br>When snows descend, and clouds tumultuous fly<br>Thro' the blue medium of the crystal sky,<br>Beneath his painted mimic heav'n he roves<br>Amidst the glass-encircled citron groves;<br>The grape and lucious fig his taste invite,<br>Hesperian apples glow upon his sight;<br>The sweet auriculas their bells display,<br>And Philips finds in January, May.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But on the other side the cliffs arise,<br>Charybdis like, and seem to prop the skies:<br>How oft with admiration have we view'd<br>Those adamantine barriers of the flood?<br>Yet still the vessel cleaves the liquid mead,<br>The prospect dies, th' aspiring rocks recede;<br>New objects rush upon the wond'ring sight,<br>Till Phoebus rolls from heav'n his car of light,<br>And Cynthia's silver crescent gilds the night.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I hear the melting flute's melodious sound,<br>Which dying zephyrs waft alternate round,<br>The rocks in notes responsive soft complain,<br>And think Amphian strikes his lyre again.<br>Ah! 'tis my Bleecker breathes our mutual loves,<br>And sends the trembling airs thro' vocal groves.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus having led you to the happy isle<br>Where waves circumfluent wash the fertile soil,<br>Where Hudson, meeting the Atlantic, roars,<br>The parting lands dismiss him from their shores;<br>Indulge th' enthusiast muse her fav'rite strain<br>Of panegyrio, due to Eboracia's plain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There is no land where heav'n her blessings pours<br>In such abundance, as upon these shores;<br>With influence benign the planets rise,<br>Pure is the æther, and serene the skies;<br>With annual gold kind Ceres decks the ground,<br>And gushing springs dispense bland health around.<br>No lucid gems are here, or flaming ore,<br>To tempt the hand of Avarice and Pow'r;<br>But sun-burnt Labour, with diurnal toil,<br>Bids treasures rise from the obedient soil,<br>And Commerce calls the ships across the main,<br>For gold exchanging her superfluous grain;<br>While Concord, Liberty, and jocund Health<br>Sport with young Pleasure 'mid the rural wealth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ann+Eliza+Bleecker">Ann Eliza Bleecker</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Ann+Eliza+Bleecker&d=The+Posthumous+Works+of+Ann+Eliza+Bleecker">The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker</a></em></div>