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O leave them not ! but their Director be, 



To that last stao-e that leads them home to Thee !" 



Such pious goodness, aged worth so dear, 



The trembling voice that spoke the soul sincere, 



AVith thoughts unspeakable my mind opprest, 



Till tears relieved the tumult of my breast: 



And all to rest retired, and silence deep, 



To lose the hardships of the day in sleep. 



By bawling calves and jumbling bells aweke ; 

 We start amazed to see the morning broke, 

 Such blest oblivion balmy sleep bestows 

 Where toil-worn Industry and Peace repose. 

 Geese, turkeys, ducks, a noisy, numerous brood, 

 Mingle their gabblings with the echoing wood, 

 Through whose tall pillard trees, extending blue, 

 The lake Cayuga( 13) caught eur ravished view. 

 Soon on its dak-crowned banks sublime we stood, 

 And viewed, from right to left, its lengthened flood, 

 Of vast extent, pure, glassy and serene, 

 Th' .adjacent shores and skirting huts were seen, 

 The eye could mark the whitened frames, the ear 

 Faint sounds of barking dogs remotely hear. 



Hither before, our liberal friends had sent 

 Whate'er of stores we voyagers miirht want, 

 Filled all our wallets, pressed us to take more, 

 And side by side conveyed us to the shore ; 

 There the good father grasped each traveller's hand, 

 His sons and family mingling o'er the strand, 



