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94
DOWN THE FROZEN VALLEY.
Down the frozen valley,
Down the mountain side
Lo, the Morn is coming,
Like a timid bride:
High the hill-tops round her
Glow with sudden grace;
Blushing as with pleasure,
When they meet her face.
Down the mountain side
Lo, the Morn is coming,
Like a timid bride:
High the hill-tops round her
Glow with sudden grace;
Blushing as with pleasure,
When they meet her face.
Swift the snowy meadow
Seems to bloom anew,—
Purple, gold, and crimson;—
Flowers of light and dew!
See, from thorn and willow
Wake the lyric throng;
From each bough of diamonds
Scattering gems and song!
Seems to bloom anew,—
Purple, gold, and crimson;—
Flowers of light and dew!
See, from thorn and willow
Wake the lyric throng;
From each bough of diamonds
Scattering gems and song!
95
Never dawn of summer—
Never morn of spring—
From their laps of roses
Could more beauty fling:
All the snowy landscape,
All the bright blue air,
Seem as pure and perfect,
As if Heaven were there.
Never morn of spring—
From their laps of roses
Could more beauty fling:
All the snowy landscape,
All the bright blue air,
Seem as pure and perfect,
As if Heaven were there.
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