Shot up in glimmering sparks, his red fins liny twinkle. . ,. '

There were the dark cedars, with loose mossy tresses, White-powder'd dog trees, and stiff hollies flaunting,

Gaudy as rustics in their May-day dresses. Blue pellorels from purple leases upslanting

A modest gaze, like eyes of a young maiden

Shining beneath dropp'd lids the evening of her wedding. .•/

The breeze fresh springing from the lips of morn, , '

Kissing the leaves, and sighing so to loose 'em,

The winding of the merry locust's horn,

The glad spring gushing from the rock's bare bosom ;

Sweet sighs, sweet sounds, all sights, all sounds excelling,

Oh ! 'twas a ravishing spot, form'd for a poet's dwelling.

And I did leave thy loveliness, to stand

Again in the dull world of earthly blindness; Pain'd with the pressure of unfriendly hands.

Sick of smooth looks, agued with icy kindness; Left I for this thy shades, where none intrude. To prison wandering thought and mar sweet solitude.

Yet I will look upon thy face again

My own romantic Bronx, aud it will be A face more pleasant than the face of men,

Thy waves are old companions, I shall see A well remembered form in each old tree. And hear a voice long loved in thy wild minstrelsy. Vol. II. 35

274 HISTORY OF THE • , ^

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The burial place of the Hunt family, is located near the entrance of the point. The following inscriptions are copied from two of the monuments in this yard : in memory of Thomas Hunt, who departed this life, July 4lh, 1808, in the SUth year of his age. He possessed the cardinal virtues in an eminent degree ; he was temperate, brave, patient and just :