PEASANT OF THE ALPS.
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THE
PEASANT OF THE ALPS.
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.
WHERE cliffs arise by winter crown'd,
And thro' dark groves of pine around,
Down the deep chasms the snow-fed torrents foam,
Within some hollow, shelter'd from the storms,
The Peasant of the Alps his cottage forms,
And builds his humble, happy home.
Unenvied is the rich domain,
That far beneath him on the plain
Waves its wide harvests and its olive groves;
More dear to him his hut with plantain thatch'd,
Where long his unambitious heart attach'd,
Finds all he wishes, all he loves.
