1N English eyes Virginia
is a pleasant country, with an aspect that recalls the home-like hills in Kent
Her air is soft, her climate fine.
How green her fields, how fresh her streams, how bright her. uplands!
Fronting the sea, she faces all the world, and every port where trade is carried on lies open to her enterprise.
Deep friths indent her shores and tides flow up her valleys.
She is everywhere a water power.
A thousand sparkling rills drop down her wooded heights.
Her dells are cool with ponds and lakes, her ravines musical with steps, cascades, and falls.
Down every hollow winds a rivulet, blessing the soil through which it flows, and carrying seaward the accumulating forest-trees-fuel for fire, planking for homestead, mast and spar for ship.
But she has beauties of her own, the like of which we English only see in dreams.
A ridge of apennines