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as it built, o'er the vastness to sweep; Such thought never came to the daring of man! The stream roars beneath--late and early it raves-- But the bridge, which it threatens, is safe from the waves. Black-yawning a portal, thy soul to affright, Like the gate to the kingdom, the fiend for the king-- Yet beyond it there smiles but a land of delight, Where the autumn in marriage is met with the spring. From a lot which the care and the trouble assail, Could I fly to the bliss of that balm-breathing vale! Through that field, from a fount ever hidden their birth, Four rivers in tumult rush roaringly forth; They fly to the fourfold divisions of earth-- The sunrise, the sunset, the south, and the north. And, true to the mystical mother that bore, Forth they rush to their goal, and are lost evermore. High over the races of men in the blue Of the ether, the mount in twin summits is riven; There, veiled in the gold-woven webs of the dew, Moves the dance of the clouds--the pale daughters of heaven! There, in solitude, circles their mystical maze, Where no witness can hearken, no earthborn surveys. August on a throne which no ages can move, Sits a queen, in her beauty serene and sublime, [22] The diadem blazing with diamonds above The glory of brows, never darkened by time, His arrows of light on that form shoots the sun-- And he gilds them with all, but he warms them with none! THE ALPINE HUNTER. Wilt thou not the lambkins guard? Oh, how soft and meek they look, Feeding on the grassy sward, Sporting round the silvery brook! "Mother, mother, let me go On yon heights to chase the roe!" Wilt thou not the flock compel With the horn's inspiring notes? Sweet the echo of yon bell, As across the wood it floats! "Mother, mother, let me go On yon heights to hunt the roe!" Wilt thou not the flow'rets bind, Smiling gently in their bed? For no garden thou wilt find On yon heights so wild and dread. "Leave the flow'rets,--let them blow! Mother, mother, let me go!" And the youth then sought the chase, Onward pressed with headlong speed To the mountain's gloomiest place,-- Naught his progress could impede; And before him, like the wind, Swiftly flies the trembling hind! Up the naked precipice Clambers she, with footsteps lig
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