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POEMS.
Where I bask in the sun's golden lustre all day,
Or watch the pale moon as she glides on her way,
With none to molest me, no law save my own.
I am monarch and lord in the forest alone,
And I would not exchange one old tree from my haunt
For a score of those gems which so proudly ye vaunt;
I covet them not—1I can look on as bright,
When the dew-drops are tinting the flowers with light,
Or the glow-worm is shining the fresh leaves between,
When the sunset has passed o'er the wild woodland scene.
Have ye aught to bestow, 'midst the riches ye own,
Like the star-lighted roof of my free sylvan throne?
Ye have not, ye have not; your treasures I spurn!
From all that ye cherish so fondly I turn.
Let me live, let me die, 'midst the scenes that I love—
The bright earth beneath, and the blue sky above;
The dance neath the moonlight, the feast in the dell,
The joyous excitement by forest and fell;
The right to pass onward, unquestioned and free,
And the bold daring life of the Gipsy for me.
H. A.
Or watch the pale moon as she glides on her way,
With none to molest me, no law save my own.
I am monarch and lord in the forest alone,
And I would not exchange one old tree from my haunt
For a score of those gems which so proudly ye vaunt;
I covet them not—1I can look on as bright,
When the dew-drops are tinting the flowers with light,
Or the glow-worm is shining the fresh leaves between,
When the sunset has passed o'er the wild woodland scene.
Have ye aught to bestow, 'midst the riches ye own,
Like the star-lighted roof of my free sylvan throne?
Ye have not, ye have not; your treasures I spurn!
From all that ye cherish so fondly I turn.
Let me live, let me die, 'midst the scenes that I love—
The bright earth beneath, and the blue sky above;
The dance neath the moonlight, the feast in the dell,
The joyous excitement by forest and fell;
The right to pass onward, unquestioned and free,
And the bold daring life of the Gipsy for me.
H. A.
