Longing

Could I from this valley drear,Where the mist hangs heavily,Soar to some more blissful sphere,Ah! how happy should I be!Distant hills enchant my sight,Ever young and ever fair;To those hills I'd take my flightHad I wings to scale the air.Harmonies mine ear assail,Tunes that breathe a heavenly calm;And the gently-sighing galeGreets me with its fragrant balm.Peeping through the shady bowers,Golden

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