At the request of the Corporation of the City of New York, George P. Morris wrote the following Ode, which was sung near the fountain then playing in the City Hall Park, by the members of the New York Sacred Music Society : --

THE CROTON ODE.

Gashing from this living fountain,

JIusic pours a falling strain. Ad the goddess of llie mountain

Comes with all her sparkling train. From her grotto springs advancing,

Glittering in her featheiy spray. Woodland fays beside her dancing,

She pursues her winding waj'.

tiently o'er the rippling water,

In her coral shallop bright, Glides th6 rock-kings dove-eyed daughter,

Decked in robes of virgin white. Nymphs and Naiads sweetly smiling.

Urge her bark with pearly iiand, Merrily the sylph beguil-ig

From the nooks of fairy-land.

Swimming on the snow-curled billow.

See the river spirits fair Lay their cheeks, as on a pillow.

With the foam-beads in their hair. Thus attended, hither wending,

Floats the lovely Oread now, Eden's arch of promise bending

Over her translucent brow.

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Hail the wanderer from a far land !

Bind her flowing tresses up ! Crown her with a fadeless garland,

And with crystal brim the cup ; From her haunts of deep seclusion,

Let Intemperance greet her too, And the heat of his delusion

Sprinkle with this mountain-dew.

THE HUDSON. 411

Water leaps as if delighted,

While her conquered foes retire 1 I'alc Contagion Hies affrighted

With the baffled demon Fire ! Safety dwells in her dominions,