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81 The solitary heifer's deepen'd low;

Or rumbling heard remote of falling snow;

Save that, the stranger seen below, the boy

Shouts from the echoing hills with savage joy.

warm from myrtle bays and tranquil seas,

Comes on, to whisper hope, the vernal breeze,

When hums the mountain bee in May's glad ear,

And emerald isles to spot the heights appear,

When shouts and lowing herds the valley fill,

And louder torrents stun the noon-tide hill,

When fragrant scents beneath th' enchanted tread

Spring up, his choicest wealth around him spread,

The pastoral Swiss begins the cliffs to scale,

To silence leaving the deserted vale,

Mounts, where the verdure leads, from stage to stage,

And pastures on, as in the Patriarch's age:

O'er lofty heights serene and still they go,

And hear the rattling thunder far below.

They cross the chasmy torrent's foam-lit bed,

Rocked on the dizzy larch's narrow tread;

Or steal beneath loose mountains, half deterr'd,

That sigh and shudder to the lowing herd.