BY SAMUEL L. MITCHELL.--1796.

Borne to the rocky bed's extremest brow,

The flood leaps headlong, nor a moment waits;--

To join the whirlpool deep and vast below,

The saltless ocean hurries through the straits.

Hoarse roars the broken wave; and upward driv'n,

Dashes in air;--dissolving vapours press'd

Confound the troubled elements with heav'n:--

Earth quakes beneath;--heart trembles in the breast.

With steps uncertain, to a jutting rock,

To gaze upon the immense abyss I hie;

And all my senses feel a horrid shock

As down the steep I turn my dizzy eye.

On cloudy steams I take a flight sublime,

Leaving the world and nature's works behind;

And as the pure empyreal heights I climb,

Reflect with rapture on the Immortal Mind.

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