on a landscape by doughty.
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And gazing entranced on the picture,
Mine eyes are with tears running o'er;
For my heart has flown home to those mountains,
And I am an exile no more!
Mine eyes are with tears running o'er;
For my heart has flown home to those mountains,
And I am an exile no more!
Again through the woodlands I wander,
Where autumn trees, lofty and bold,
Are stealing from bright clouds above them
Their wealth of deep crimson and gold.
Where autumn trees, lofty and bold,
Are stealing from bright clouds above them
Their wealth of deep crimson and gold.
Where Nature is sceptred and crown'd,
As a queen in her worshipping land;
While her rock-pillar'd palaces round,
All matchless in majesty stand!
As a queen in her worshipping land;
While her rock-pillar'd palaces round,
All matchless in majesty stand!
Where the star of her forest dominions,
The humming-bird, darts to its food,
Like a gent or a blossom on pinions,
Whose glory illumines the wood.
The humming-bird, darts to its food,
Like a gent or a blossom on pinions,
Whose glory illumines the wood.
Where her loftiest, loveliest flower,[1]
Pours forth its impassion'd perfume;
And her torrents, all regal in power,
Are wreath'd with the sun-circle's bloom.
Pours forth its impassion'd perfume;
And her torrents, all regal in power,
Are wreath'd with the sun-circle's bloom.
- ↑ The Magnolia.
