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And all unmixed with ruder tone, Their "wood-notes wild" be heard alone!

Far from the frown of stern control, That vainly would subdue the soul, There shall their long-affianced hands, Be joined in consecrated bands, And in some rich, romantic vale, Circled with heights of Alpine snow, Where citron-woods enrich the gale, And scented shrubs their balm exhale, And flowering myrtles blow; And 'midst the mulberry boughs on high, Weaves the wild vine her tapestry: On some bright streamlet's emerald side, Where cedars wave, in graceful pride, Bosomed in groves, their home shall rise, A sheltered bower of Paradise!

Thus would the lover soothe to rest With tales of hope, her anxious breast;