...oiler. No—dearer to me are the scenes of my childhood, The moss-cover'd bank and the breeze-wafted sail, The age-stinted oak and the green groves of wild-wood That wave round the borders of Merrimac 's vale! Oh, lovely the scene, when the gray misty vapor Of morning is lifted from Merrimac's shore; When the fire-fly, lighting his wild gleaming taper, Thy dimly seen lowlands comes glimmering ...