THE VALE OF ARCADIA. 
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keel, the hull of which is blue, overshadowed with 
sails of blended crimson and purple dyes. It 
resembles the nautilus, or looks like a butterfly 
that has alighted for a moment upon the slender 
stem, and 
“ On the flower a folded pea-bloom swings.*’ 
THE YALE OE ARCADIA. 
It was a pleasant vale in the olden time, 
When peaceful shepherds piped along the plains, 
And the young world was in its golden prime, 
When the green groves rung back their rustic 
strains, 
When the old forest was their only town, 
Their streets the flowery glades, their temples 
mountains brown. 
A winding stream flowed through that verdant valley, 
And pleasant music its sweet waters made, 
As with the drooping flowers it there did dally, 
Or, lower down, amid the pebbles played, 
Then brawled along through many a mossy maze, 
Here lit with struggling beams, there dark with 
drooping sprays. 
