...ed to tell When summer's eve was dear to us, And, fading from the darkening dell, The glory of the sunset fell On wooded Agamenticus,— When, sitting by our cottage wall, The murmur of the Saco 's fall, And the south-wind's expiring sighs, Came, softly blending, on my ear, With the low tones I loved to hear: Tales of the pure, the good, the wise, The holy men and maids of old, In the a...