White-powdcr'd d')g trees, and stiff holiies Haunting, Gaudy as rustics in their May-day dresses,

MAP OF HUNT'S POINT.

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Blue pellorets from purple leaves upslanting A modest gaze, like eyes of a j'ouag maiden Shining beneath dropp'd lids the evening of her -^s-edding.

The breeze fresh springing from the lip3 of morn, Kissiug 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 sisrhs, sweet sounds, all sights, all sounds exceiiih^

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

■ 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, agucd with icy kindness ; Left I for this thy shades, where none intrude, To prison wandering thought and mar sweet solitude.

Yet I will look Tipon thy face again

My own romantic Bronx, and 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 ministrelsy.

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 oe

THOMAS HUNT,

who departed this life, July 4th, 1S08, in the SOth year of his age. He possessed the cardinal virtues in an eminent degree ; he was temperate, brave, patient and just ; The solid rock shall sink beneath The iron hand of time, But virtue dwells with ImmortaUty. The other is