A TALE OF THE SOUTHERN STATES.
THE summer sun look'd down upon a spot
Of wondrous beauty, where the tangled shade
Luxuriant hung above a glassy stream,
Upon whose glittering surface floated wide
The lily's cumbrous leaves, that seem'd to bear
Aloft her snowy chalice, fitting cup
For nymphs, and such bright creatures as are said
To haunt the waters. Many a brilliant bird
Whose hues might rival tints of Tyrian dye,
Or lustrous gems that burn in diadem
Of eastern monarch, flitted here and there
From spray to spray, or chased in longer flight
The dancing maze of insects, humming blithe
In all the gladness of their sunshine hour.