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" wouldst thou leave me, oh! gentle child? Thy home on the mountain is bleak and wild, A straw-roof'd cabin with lowly wall— Mine is a fair and a pillar'd hall, Where many an image of marble gleams, And the sunshine of picture for ever streams."

"Oh! green is the turf where my brothers play, Thro' the long bright hours of the summer-day, They find the red cup-moss where they climb, And they chase the bee o'er the scented thyme, And the rocks where the heath-flower blooms they know— Lady, kind lady! oh! let me go."