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.

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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,

Health and Beauty with her move, And entwine their circling pinions

In a sisterhood of love.

Water shouts a glad hosanna!

Bubbles up the earth to bless ! Cheers it like the precious manna

In the barren wilderness. Here we wondering gaze, assembled

Like the grateful Hebrew band, ■\Mien the hidden fountain trembled,

And obeyed the prophet's wand.

Round the aqueducts of story.

As the mists of Lethe throng, Crofon's waves in all their glory

Troop in melody along. Ever sparkling, bright, and single.

Will this rock-ribbed stream appear, When posterity shall mingle

Like the gathered waters here.

The waters of the Croton flow from the dam to the distributing reservoir, forty miles and a half, through a covered canal, made of stone and brick, at an average depth of 2i feet. The usual flow is about 30,000,000 of gallons a day; its capacity is 60,000,000. It passes through sixteen tunnels in rock, varying from 160 to 1,263 feet. In Westchester county it crosses twenty-five streams, from 12 to 70 feet below the line of grade, besides numerous small brooks furnished with culverts. After crossing the Harlem River over the high bridge already described, it passes the Manhattan valley by an inverted siphon of iron pipes, 4, 180 feet in length, and the Clendening valley on an aqueduct 1,900 feet. It then enters the first receiving reservoir, now in the Central Park, which has a capacity of 150,000,000 gallons.