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273 FOR THE

WANDERING JEW.

the torrents from their fountains

Roar down many a craggy steep,

Yet they find among the mountains

Resting-places calm and deep.

Though, as if with eagle pinion

O'er the rocks the Chamois roam,

Yet he has some small dominion

Where he feels himself at home.

If on windy days the Raven

Gambol like a dancing skiff,

Not the less he loves his haven

In the bosom of the cliff.