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Nor differ less your forms, your flight, Your dwellings hid from hostile sight, And the wild haunts ye love; Birds of the gentle beak!* how dear Your wood-note, to the wanderer's ear, In shadowy vale or grove!

Far other scenes, remote, sublime, Where swain or hunter may not climb, The mountain-eagle seeks; Alone he reigns, a monarch there, Scarce will the chamois' footstep dare Ascend his Alpine peaks.