For long, long years was the silence unbroke, Save the owlet’s dull hoot, or the woodpecker’s stroke But, lo! the hill-side must once and again Be made to resound to the works of men And a long, dark cavern tells half the fears And all the hopes of long, weary years. Now, onward we go, for a century more, To tell of the change that has flitted o’er. There are lofty mansions, and spacious domes, And silvery fountains, and pleasant homes; There are green, bright trees, and flowers gay, Where now the dark forests so gloomily sway; And, most of all, is an open cave, And a clear, pure spring the gray rocks lave; And the plate-glass protects, without hiding a room, Where the relics of age and piratical gloom Are treasured in safety, not for their worth, But because they had rested so long in the earth; And the brilliant oxygen light at night Half shames the moon, with its pure, pale light. While a painted balloon, with its rubber case, Floats gracefully down to its proper place, As though it were waiting the moment when It could fly far away ’bove the homes of men, And be guided with equal precision and ease As far or as near as the rider may please. And the flag-staff glows with its highland plaid, With which the painter the bare stick clad; While high ’bove the earth, in his own free pride, Is old Red Jacket standing, his bow beside, And carelessly pointing to those below The way the wild winds in the cloud regions blow; And the gay, pure flag, with its tri-colors bright, Is floating now in the morning light; But around the bright scarlet, that was once its edge, Is a border of flowers ’bove the rocky ledge; ’Tis England’s emblem, the roses bright, And Scotia’s thistle, pale, green, and white; The shamrock, that Erin’s children love, And the iris and fuchsia that droop above. All these shall be gathered together there, While the workers faint not on the hill-side bare; And, at last, when the triumph is made complete, Shall be woven together these flowers sweet; And hundreds and thousands yet shall see The flower-bordered banner waving free. And now I have finished this history true Of the present, the past, and the future, too; And all ye great world, whether timid or brave, Look out for the next news from Dungeon Cave. ENESEE. CONCLUSION.