THE 



FORESTERS, &c. 



SONS of the city ! ye whom crowds and noise 

 Bereave of peace and Nature's rural joys, 

 And ye who love through woods and wilds to range, 

 Who see new charms in each successive change ; 

 Come roam with me Columbia's forests through 

 Where scenes sublime shall meet your wandering view ; 

 Deep shades magnificent, immensely spread ; 

 Lakes, sky-encircled, vast as ocean's bed ; 

 Lone hermit streams that wind through savage woods; 

 Enormous cataracts swoln with thundering floods; 

 The settlers *(1) farm with blazing fires o'erspread ; 

 The hunters cabin and the Indian's shed ; 

 The log-built hamlet, deep in wilds embrae'd ; 

 The awful silence of th' unpeopled waste : 

 These are the scenes the Muse shall now explore, 

 Scenes new to song and paths untrod before. 



* For notes see Appendix. 



