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Thick lies the snow upon the Alban height;
The wind sweeps fierce and cold;
And where the summer waters gleaming bright,
Rushed headlong, fold on fold,
The wind sweeps fierce and cold;
And where the summer waters gleaming bright,
Rushed headlong, fold on fold,
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Now on the slopes of Tibur hangs the moss,
All crystal clear with rime,
And spreading elms their vine-clad branches toss
To greet the winter time.
All crystal clear with rime,
And spreading elms their vine-clad branches toss
To greet the winter time.
To Rome they hasten—prætor, poet, sage—
All but the peasant churl,
And wearied sailors, as the storm-blasts rage,
Their vessel's white sails furl.
All but the peasant churl,
And wearied sailors, as the storm-blasts rage,
Their vessel's white sails furl.
Bronzed legions bring their spoils from furthest East,
And joy to rest at home;
From wearied months of toil and march released,
With quickening step they come.
And joy to rest at home;
From wearied months of toil and march released,
With quickening step they come.
'Tis time to pile the pine-log on the fire,
To broach the fragrant cask,
While maid and mother join with son and sire
To finish all their task.
To broach the fragrant cask,
While maid and mother join with son and sire
To finish all their task.
Then come the days our fathers kept of old,
When winter snows lay deep,
To great Saturnus in the age of gold,
Which we will also keep.
When winter snows lay deep,
To great Saturnus in the age of gold,
Which we will also keep.
And slaves, who toil and moil the whole year round,
Now for short space are free;
All hearts are glad, and all good things abound,
And children shout for glee.
Now for short space are free;
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And children shout for glee.
Old jests revive, and ancient songs are sung,
The peasant's homely mirth;
Men claim their rights, nor spares the railing tongue
Pomp, wealth, or pride of birth.
The peasant's homely mirth;
Men claim their rights, nor spares the railing tongue
Pomp, wealth, or pride of birth.
Short gleam of sunshine in the winter cold,
Bright pause in dreary life;
Hailed by the young, more welcome to the old,
Shedding o'er brawls and strife
Bright pause in dreary life;
Hailed by the young, more welcome to the old,
Shedding o'er brawls and strife
The freshness and the joy of boyhood's days,
When skies were bright and clear,
And mirthful voices sang the Gods' high praise,
Rejoicing year by year.
When skies were bright and clear,
And mirthful voices sang the Gods' high praise,
Rejoicing year by year.
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