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scenery sublime and rude, In wild romantic solitude, Where awful summits crown'd with snow, In soft and varied colours glow; There, in some grassy shelter'd spot, The Alpine shepherd forms his cot; And there, beside his peaceful home, The fairest mountain-flowerets bloom; There oft his playful children climb The rock fantastic and sublime, And cull the mantling shrubs that creep, And sweetly blossom o'er the steep. 'Tis his to mark the morning ray, Upon the glittering scenery play; To watch the purple evening shade, In sweet and mellow tinges fade; And hail the sun's departing smile, That beams upon the hills a while: And oft, at moonlight hour serene, He wanders thro' the shadowy scene: And then his pipe with plaintive sound Awakes the mountain-echoes round.