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THE DWELLER ON THE MOUNTAINS, TO THE EARLY TRAVELLER. |
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THE DWELLER ON THE MOUNTAINS, TO THE EARLY TRAVELLER.
Pilgrim, haste! the morning sky
Echoes loud the eagle's cry;
While from many a warbling throat
Gaily pours the matin note,
Take thy staff and hither run
Quick to meet the glorious sun.
Echoes loud the eagle's cry;
While from many a warbling throat
Gaily pours the matin note,
Take thy staff and hither run
Quick to meet the glorious sun.
See along the hills below
How the dewy cloudlets go;
Now in lingering groups they play,
Now they hide the king of day,
Now in fainter wreathes they glide
Fading down the mountain side.
How the dewy cloudlets go;
Now in lingering groups they play,
Now they hide the king of day,
Now in fainter wreathes they glide
Fading down the mountain side.
Backward flung from cliff and stream
Harshly rings the piercing scream;—
Peasants in the vale around
Wake to hear the thrilling sound;—
Soon the cottage smoke will rise
Curling o'er the ruddy skies.
Harshly rings the piercing scream;—
Peasants in the vale around
Wake to hear the thrilling sound;—
Soon the cottage smoke will rise
Curling o'er the ruddy skies.
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For the last night's watchful care,
Many lips are moved in prayer,—
Let us pause in silence now,
While with grateful hearts we bow,
And among the shadows dim,
Hear, oh God! our morning hymn!
Many lips are moved in prayer,—
Let us pause in silence now,
While with grateful hearts we bow,
And among the shadows dim,
Hear, oh God! our morning hymn!
Boston, Mass.
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