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 A balm to soothe the wounded mind; Wealth's votaries never can possess The joy we'll find in one caress, Nor empire like the mutual union Of soul with soul in full communion. But here I cannot pause. Farewell Torrent! whose thunder-mocking throne Of ever-during power doth tell; Whose glories, silent I have gazed upon Till from my mind earth's joys and sorrows fell.

From crag to crag the friends have gained, With difficult labour, the ascent, And now upon the summit stand With eager gaze around them bent. Short time they tarried, ere with spring As silent as the far bird's wing They bounded on, yet cautiously. Leaving no trace to mark their way. On printless rocks alone they tread Nor bend the humble floweret's head.