It was perhaps to men like this, his new companion, that a traveller of honoured name, who trod those
shores now nearly forty years ago, and woke upon that soil, as many have done since, to blots and
stains upon its high pretensions, which in the brightness of his distant dreams were lost to view, appealed
in these words:
`Oh but for such, Columbia's days were done; Rank without ripeness, quickened without sun, Crude at
the surface, rotten at the core, Her fruits would fall before her spring were o'er!'
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