In Tulledega

Where mountains lift their heads
To clouds that nestle low;
Where constant beauty spreads
Sublimer scenes below;

Where gray and massive rocks
O'erhang rough heights sublime;
Where awful grandeur mocks
The brush, and poet's rhyme,

We saw the evening blush
Above the rugged range,
We heard the river rush
Far off and faint and strange.

Where mountains lift their heads
To clouds that nestle low;
Where constant beauty spreads
Sublimer scenes below;

Where gray and massive rocks
O'erhang rough heights sublime;
Where awful grandeur mocks
The brush, and poet's rhyme,

We saw the evening blush
Above the rugged range,
We heard the river rush
Far off and faint and strange.
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