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, mountain-breeze! all wild, like thee, Unfetter'd as thy wing, I rove; With airy step and spirit free, From snowy cliff, to shadowy grove! And teach lone echoes to prolong, From Caves remote, my sprightly song, Blow, mountain-breeze!

No sigh for pomp or state I breathe, For me, the sun-beam smiles in gold! I envy not the victor's wreath, For me the Alpine flow'rs unfold! Gay, simple, free, I rove along, And wood and hill resound my song, Blow, mountain-breeze!