Lines Suggested by Hearing the Beach, at F. Peabody's Mills, South Salem. December 21. 1833

The silent moon is rising,
And sheds its light around
The river silent flowing,
In its deep bed below.

The bustle too is dying,
Around the noisy mill;
The workmen home are hying,
And every sound is still

Still save the beach's roaring,
Through the shining silent night;
Like chariots onward pouring
To mingle in the fight.
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