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120
JENNY LIND'S GREETING TO NAUSHON.
Away, away from the wearying throng,
From the haunts of man away!
In Nature's temples, sacred to song,
I would sing a simple lay.
From the haunts of man away!
In Nature's temples, sacred to song,
I would sing a simple lay.
The words of my childhood's loving dream,
When life with the rainbow was spanned,
A song of the forest, mountain, and stream,
The song of my dear native land.
When life with the rainbow was spanned,
A song of the forest, mountain, and stream,
The song of my dear native land.
And here where the dancing sunbeams play,
Through the leaves of the woodland wild,
Once more I dream of that long-loved lay,
Again, again I'm a child,
Through the leaves of the woodland wild,
Once more I dream of that long-loved lay,
Again, again I'm a child,
And sing with a heart as light and free,
As the joyous notes of a bird;
And beneath this glorious canopy
No harsher sounds should be heard.
As the joyous notes of a bird;
And beneath this glorious canopy
No harsher sounds should be heard.
121
Then away from the artist's labored skill;
Where the wild deer makes his lair,
I would sing the songs of my native hill,
And dream once more I am there.
Where the wild deer makes his lair,
I would sing the songs of my native hill,
And dream once more I am there.
1850.
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