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SEE dear what thy lover brings Tis the

SEE dear what thy lover brings
'Tis the flower with the white wings.
Buoyed upon the quiet stream
In the spring it lay adream.
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HER griefs were the hours When my struggle w

HER griefs were the hours
When my struggle was sore
Her joys were the powers
That the climber upbore.

Her home is the......

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IN summer dusk the valley lies With far flun

IN summer dusk the valley lies
With far flung shadow veil
A cloud sea laps the precipice
Before the evening gale
The welter ......

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BEETLING rock with roar and smoke Break bef

BEETLING rock with roar and smoke
Break before my hammer stroke!
Deeper I must thrust and lower
Till I hear the ring of ore.
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TO skies that were brighter Turned he his pr

TO skies that were brighter
Turned he his prows
To gods that were lighter
Made he his vows.

The snow land's mountains <......

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