...reeze-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 o'er; When on thy calm surface the moonbeam falls brightly, And the dull bird of night is hi...