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A SCENE ON THE BANKS OF THE HUDSON.
Loveliest of lovely things are they
River! in this sweet hour thou hast
Vaghe le Montanine, e Pastorelle, etc.
“Sweet mountaineers, young shepherdesses, say, Whence, in your grace and beauty, do ye stray ?"
“Oh! from beside an Alpine grove we come,
And there we dwell, beneath an humble shed, We and our parents, in our woodland home;
There by kind nature's genial bounty fed ;
And thither still our mountain flocks are led, From flowery meadows, at the close of day.”
“What is that land where first ye saw the light,
Which fruitage bears, none other ever knew? To me ye seem Love's own creations, bright,
Gleaming like radiant visions on my view.
All unadorned, in coarsest garments too, Yet, like young cherubs, ye have cross’d my way.
“Well might such lovely forms of fate complain,
Obscured in darksome glen or pathless hill; There is no clime of wealth and beauty vain,
Which ye would not with love and wonder fill.
And tell me, if ye are contented still, Among your Alpine wilds, unknown to stay ?”
“Each one of us is better pleased to hie
Behind our pastures, to the sheltered stall, Than is your grandest dame, at night, to fly
Where whirls the dance, within the cumbrous hall.
Riches we ask not, nor on fortune call, Save for our wealth of flowers, and chaplets gay.”