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To the rich breeze of song! O! let me wake The deep religion, which hath dwelt from yore, Silently brooding by lone cliff and lake, And wildest river shore! And let me summon all the voices dwelling Where eagles build, and cavern'd rills are welling, And where the cataract's organ-peal is swelling, In that one spirit gather'd to adore!