? SHNTIMENT&L SONGS, THE ALPINE MAID. THAT strain proclaims my lover near, He ?eeds not the thunder*s crash, The avalanche's dread descent, Nor iightning's vivid Itash. The mountain pass no terror strikes, From crag to crag he bounds, While echoing ev'ry note he plays From hill to dale resounds. And then when he my eottage gains, What soft transporting blifm, Deiights each heart while we exebanfe Love's pure impassion'd kiss. We envy not the vaunted joys V?hieh greet the gay---the great,-- Content and mutual love will gild Our humbler, happier state. Tile BONNY SLEIGH. TuwE--' The bon? bo?,' 0 SWIFTLY glides the bonny slelgh, Just parted from the door, With jingling bells end horses' neig? . The snow dash'd up bef'ore, This pleasure now, and happy ehee, Are much enjoy'd indeed; With blooming belles to us so dear, To Laurel Hill we*]l speed. We cast our lines upon the rails, Where snow had driftod wide; Our bonny sleigh, hats, coats end veil% Were all then laid aside: Ti?n hazy prov'd the merry dan# pun the mansion flood; o,g,t,zeo?Google
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