Lays: 5

O that I lay on yonder mountain,
So blue and fair, —
In shade of rock, by gushing fountain,
Aloft in air.

The cloud and storm might swell below me,
The thunder roll, —
Yet waves of light should overflow me,
And warm my soul;

And peace, unbroken peace, for ever
Around me play;
And thought, serene and calm, be never
Compelled away;

And blush of dawn, and rose of even,
My heart should fill
Oft with the loveliness of heaven,
So bright and still.

O, had I but the eagle's pinion,
Thither I'd soar,
And there possess my sole dominion,
Till life be o'er.
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