Maumee Express

POETRY.
From the Louisville Journal,
The signature of the following beautiful
lines appears to be that of a lady. We be-
seech her to entrust to us the secret of her
name. She has true genius-the genuine
"gift of fire." The spirit of inspiration has
breathed upon her, and blessed her.

ON CROSSING THE ALLEGHANIES.
The broad, the bright, the glorious west
Is spread before me now!
Where the gray mists of morning rest
Beneath yon mountains brow!
The bound is past-the goal is won-
The region of the setting sun
Is open to my view—
Land of the valiant and the free,
Mine own Green Mountain land-tothee
And thine-a long adieu!
I hail thee-valley of the west,
For what thou yet shalt be!
I hail thee, for the hopes that rest
Upon thy destiny!
Herefrom this mountain height, I see
Thy bright waves floating to the sea,
Thine emerald fields outspread,
And feel, that, in the book of fame
Proudly shall thy recorded name
In later days be read.
Yet while I gaze upon thee now,
All glorious as thou art,
A cloud is resting on my brow-
A weight upon my heart,
To me--in all thy youthful pride,
Thou art a land of cares untried,
Of untold hopes and fears :
Thou art—yet not for thee I grieve,
But for the far off land I leave
I look on thee with tears.
O brightly, brightly glow thy skies
In summer's sunny hours!
Thy green earth seems a Paradise
Arrayed in summer flowers!
But O! there is a land afar,
Whose skies to me are brighter far,
Along the Atlantic shore,
For eyes, beneath their radiant shine,
In kindlier glances answered mine;
Can these their light restore?
Upon the lofty bound I stand,
That parts the east and west;
Before me--lies a fairy land--
Behind-a home of rest,
Here hope her wild enchantment flings,
Portrays all bright and lovely things,
My footsteps to allure-
But there, in memory's light, I see
All that was once most dear to me--
My young heart's Cynosure.

VIOLA.