I quote again from our visiting poet: "The aspect of this country was to me enchanting beyond any I have ever seen, from its fulness of expression, its bold and impassioned sweetness.

Here the flood has passed over and marked everywhere its course by a smile.

The fragments of rock touch it with a mildness and liberality which give just the needed relief.

I should never be tired here, though I have elsewhere seen country of more secret and alluring charms, better calculated to stimulate and suggest.

Here the eye and heart are filled." Here, too, my eye and heart were filled--emptied--and wondrously filled yet again, for which last I hold Potts to be curiously--but I wander.
Enough to say that I stored a harvest of memories in a secret place here years ago.