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Rh Mighty, but tremulous; just a light breath Will loosen it from off it'sits [sic] airy throne; Then down it hurls in wrath, like to the sound Of thunder amid storms, or as the voice Of rushing waters—death in its career. The lurking tempests hold their gathering place Within these caves, waiting the angry winds Which are to bear their terrors thro' the skies. But 'mid these scenes of wintry gloom, are some Fair relics of the spring time blossoms, like The sunny smiles of May, as if some breeze, Just wander'd from delightful Italy, Had brought the blessings of its birth-place here. And lovely are the vallies which extend Beneath the mountains; oh! how sweet it is To gaze around when summer sunset sheds Its splendor in the west; when the bright clouds, Warm with the hues of eve, gleam o'er the sky, As 'twere some heavenly spirit veil'd his form