Could I from this valley drear,
Where the mist hangs heavily,
Soar to some more blissful sphere,
Ah! how happy should I be!
Distant hills enchant my sight,
Ever young and ever fair;
To those hills Id take my
flight
Had I wings to scale the air.
Harmonies mine ear assail,
Tunes that breathe a heavenly
calm;
And the gently-sighing gale
Greets me with its fragrant
balm.
Peeping through the shady bowers,
Golden fruits their charms
display.
And those sweetly-blooming flowers
Neer become cold winters
prey.
In you endless sunshine bright,
Oh! what bliss twould
be to dwell!
How the breeze on yonder height
Must the heart with rapture
swell!
Yet the stream that hems my path
Checks me with its angry frown,
While its waves, in rising wrath,
Weigh my weary spirit down.
See-a bark is drawing
near,
But, alas, the pilot fails!
Enter boldly-wherefore
fear?
Inspiration fills its sails,
Faith and courage make thine own,-
Gods neer lend a helping-hand;
Tis by magic power alone
Thou canst reach the magic
land!
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