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How blest! there ever to remain, And warble still th' untutor'd strain, Blow, mountain-breeze!

In rich festoons, the mantling vine, Embow'ring, o'er its casement waves; And bloomy clusters dangling, shine, Thro' tendrils and luxuriant leaves— While, as I train each wayward spray, I carol still the artless lay, Blow, mountain-breeze!

Mine is the breath of zephyr pure, The Alpine sweet that scents the gale; The slumber light, the life secure, The boundless range of hill and dale! Fearless I rove, exploring, free, Spirit of air! all wild like thee, Blow, mountain-breeze!