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Select Poems: From the German, by J. Hunt
Select Poems From the German by J Hunt Author:John Hunt Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: |0 tend the lamb, oh ! wilt them uot ? Soft and gentle does it seem ; It feeds upon the grassy spot, Sporting by the purling stream :" " Oh ! mother, mothe... more »r, let me go To hunt upon the Alps of snow." " Wilt thou not from the woody dell Call the wearied flocks at night ? Sweetly sounds the shepherd's bell From the valley or the height:" " Oh ! mother, mother, let thy child Go ramble on the mountains wild." " Wilt thou not tend the blooming flowers ? Gaily do they bloom for thee; The mountain has no shady bowers— Wild it is as wild can be :" " Oh ! mother, mother, let them grow, But let me to the mountains go." Up the cliff then towered the boy, Toilsome was the track to trace; He led his waggon, void of joy, To the mountain's darkest place : As lightning darting through the sky, The wild gazelle went bounding by. Upon the rock's remotest peak, Fearlessly it leaped and swung ; Among the mountains drear and bleak, Swift from cliff to cliff it sprung : Behind it with the spearman's art Followed the boy with deadly dart. Now on the mountain's rocky edge Hangs it by its last resource ; The highest cliff upon the verge Ends here its dangerous course : The awful depth appears below— Behind, the hunter's fatal bow. With melting look, in mute dismay, Asked it mercy from its foe; It asked in vain, for at the prey Went an arrow from the bow : Then sudden from the cleft did come The spirit of the mountain home. The wild gazelle he did defend, Asked he then the hunting boy, How death and sorrow he could send To his home of peace and joy ; The world has room for all that live, Then each to each good-will should give. Drain. |rfc| HAD a dream ! I dreamed that I HJf Became a bird of plumage fair ; Th...« less