WRITTEN AFTER A VIEW OF PASSAICK FALLS, IN A BOOK CALLED THE ALBUM, KEPT AT THE INN OF MAJOR GODWIN .

Henceforth may the muses,
Sans any excuses,
Enliven the landscape surrounding;
May the lyre of Apollo
Be heard in each hollow,
And dryads the thickets abound in.

The beautiful scenery
And cotton machinery,
And delicate paper-mill lasses,
And fine cataract
Make it matter of fact
That Patterson rivals Parnassus.