CHAPTER VII. 



ECHO RIVER. 



We next arrive at the banks of Echo River. 



"Darkly tlioa 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 mufiBed 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, 



7* (11) 



