Where Hudson's Wave.

Where Hudson's wave o'er silvery sands

Winds through the hills afar,

Old Cronest like a monarch stands,

Crowned with a single star!

And there, amid the billowy swells

Of rock-ribbed, cloud-capped earth,

My fair and gentle Ida dwells,

A nymph of mountain-birth.

The snow-flake that the cliff receives,

The diamonds of the showers,

Spring's tender blossoms, buds, and leaves,

The sisterhood of flowers,

Morn's early beam, eve's balmy breeze,

Her purity define;

Yet Ida's dearer far than these

To this fond breast of mine.

My heart is on the hills. The shades

Of night are on my brow;

Ye pleasant haunts and quiet glades,

My soul is with you now!

I bless the star-crowned highlands where

My Ida's footsteps roam:

O for a falcon's wing to bear

Me onward to my home!