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THE AGED BARD S WISH.
XVI.
Let tender ducklings skim with speed
The placid lake of stately pines,
Where stretches far the woody mead,
And mountain-ash in softness twines.
XVII.
The beauteous swan of snowy breast
Glides graceful o'er the yielding wave ;
When soaring o'er the mountain's crest
How lightsomely the clouds she'll brave !
XVIII.
Her stormy wing she oft hath led
To frigid regions, distant, wide,
Where vent'rous sail may ne'er be spread,
Nor oaken prow the wave divide.
XIX.
Swan ! from land of waves returned : —
On mountain heights thy stay prolong —
And sing of thy affections mourned :
I love to hear th' aerial song !

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