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I dream of all things free! Of a gallant, gallant bark, That sweeps through storm and sea, Like an arrow to its mark! Of a stag that o'er the hills Goes bounding in his glee; Of a thousand flashing rills— Of all things glad and free.

I dream of some proud bird, A bright-eyed mountain king! In my visions I have heard The rushing of his wing.