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When morning wakes, with humid eye, And cheek that kindling, bright'ning, glows; When the soft blushes of the sky, With roseate lustre tinge the snows; I lead my flocks, I leave my home, And carol gaily as I roam, Blow, mountain-breeze!

When fervid beams of noon invade, And bloom and verdure faint with heat; The palm, the pine, the cedar-shade, Afford me still a cool retreat! Where shelter’d from th' oppressive ray, I wake soft echoes with my lay, Blow, mountain-breeze!

Deep in a glen, retir'd and green, How sweetly smiles my native cot; Where peace, and joy, and love serene, Have sanctified the tranquil spot!