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sunbeams glitter on the mountain snow, And o'er the summit cast a transient glow; Now silver frost adorns the drooping bower, My favourite seat in summer's happy hour. 'Twas there, when spring the mantling blossoms shed, The sweet liburnum cluster'd o'er my head; And there the robin form'd a mossy nest, And gaily caroll'd in retirement blest; Still memory loves to paint the glowing scene, When autumn tints enrich'd the foliage green.

Even yet the bower is lovely in decay, Gilt by the "sunbeam of a winter's day;" For now the frost befringes every thorn, And sparkles to the radiant smile of morn: The lucid ice has bound the mountain rill, No more it murmurs by the cheerful mill. I hear the village bells upon the gale; And merry peasants wander thro' the vale; In gay convivial bands they rove along, With genuine pleasure and inspiring song; I meet the rustic troop, and love to trace The smile of health in every rosy face.