CHAP ik. VEL 
ECHO RIVER. 
WE next arrive at the banks of Echo River. 
“Darkly thou glidest onward, 
Thou deep and hidden wave! . 
The laughing sunshine hath not look’d 
Into thy secret Cave. 
“Thy current makes no music— 
A hollow sound we hear, 
A muffled voice of mystery, 
And know that thou art near. 
‘No bright line of verdure 
Follows thy lonely way, 
No fairy moss or lily’s cup 
Is freshened by thy play.” 
Connected with this river are, perhaps, some 
of the most delightful of the multitude of im- 
pressions that we receive in the Cave. There 
are sights more gorgeous, more awful, more 
sublime, but nowhere are the senses of sight 
and sound so beautifully and so charmingly 
brought into unison. In point of sublimity, 
ss (77) 
