Selected Poetry.From the J\ lexandria Gazette.MY COUNTRY.BV A. L. B.1 lore my country’s pine-clad hills,Her thousand bright and gushing rills,Her sunshine and her storms;Her rough and rugged rocks tliat rear Their hoary heads high in the air,In wild fantastic forms.I love the rivers deep and wide,Those mighty streams that sea ward glide To seek the ocean’s breast;Her smiling fields, her pleasant vales,Her shady dells, her llow’ry dales,The haunts of peaceful rest.I love her forests, dark and lone,For there the wild bird’s merry tone Is heard from morn till night;And there are lovier (lowers I ween Than e’er in eastern lands were seen, iu varied colors bright.Her forests and her vulleysfair,Her dowers thatseeut the morning air, Have all their charms for me;But more I love my country’s name, Those words that echo deathless fame—41 The Land of Liberty”