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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Mountaineer-Song
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BLOW, mountain-breeze! all wild, like thee,
	Unfetter`d as thy wing, I rove;
	With airy step and spirit free,
	From snowy cliff, to shadowy grove!
	And teach lone echoes to prolong,
	From Caves remote, my sprightly song,
	Blow, mountain-breeze!

	No sigh for pomp or state I breathe,
	For me, the sun-beam smiles in gold!
	I envy not the victor`s wreath,
	For me the Alpine flow`rs unfold!
	Gay, simple, free, I rove along,
	And wood and hill resound my song,
	Blow, mountain-breeze!
	When morning wakes, with humid eye,
	And cheek that kindling, bright`ning, glows;
	When the soft blushes of the sky,
	With roseate lustre tinge the snows;
	I lead my flocks, I leave my home,
	And carol gaily as I roam,
	Blow, mountain-breeze!

	When fervid beams of noon invade,
	And bloom and verdure faint with heat;
	The palm, the pine, the cedar-shade,
	Afford me still a cool retreat!
	Where shelter`d from th` oppressive ray,
	I wake soft echoes with my lay,
	Blow, mountain-breeze!

	Deep in a glen, retir`d and green,
	How sweetly smiles my native cot;
	Where peace, and joy, and love serene,
	Have sanctified the tranquil spot!
	
	How blest! there ever to remain, 
	And warble still th` untutor`d strain,
	Blow, mountain-breeze!

	In rich festoons, the mantling vine,
	Embow`ring, o`er its casement waves;
	And bloomy clusters dangling, shine,
	Thro` tendrils and luxuriant leaves—
	While, as I train each wayward spray,
	I carol still the artless lay,
	Blow, mountain-breeze!
	Mine is the breath of zephyr pure,
	The Alpine sweet that scents the gale;
	The slumber light, the life secure,
	The boundless range of hill and dale!
	Fearless I rove, exploring, free,
	Spirit of air! all wild like thee,
	Blow, mountain-breeze!
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