THE MUSES IN MASQUERADE; OR A VISION OF CATSKILL. Once on a time, And once upon the Catskill mountain, Where a small cat'ract spits-a thin cascade, Like a white water-spectre, oozes, THE MUSES, In frolic, fun, and fashion to surpass us, To be above par in a Masquerade! 'Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb ' The Hack that pants to reach the 'Horse's fountain, And hang their heads ere they can get a drop. That is to move the muscles into liveliness |