That dips her bill in water. The cool wind,

That stirs the stream in play, shall come to thee.

Like one that loves thee nor will let thee pass

Ungreeted, and shall give its light embrace.

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SONG.

 Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow Reflects the day-dawn cold and clear, The hunter of the West must go In depth of woods to seek the deer. His rifle on his shoulder placed, His stores of death arranged with skill, His moccasins and snow-shoes laced— Why lingers he beside the hill? Far, in the dim and doubtful light, Where woody slopes a valley leave, He sees what none but lover might, The dwelling of his Genevieve. And oft he turns his truant eye, And pauses oft, and lingers near; But when he marks the reddening sky, He bounds away to hunt the deer. 

Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow

Reflects the day-dawn cold and clear,

The hunter of the West must go

In depth of woods to seek the deer.

His rifle on his shoulder placed,

His stores of death arranged with skill,

His moccasins and snow-shoes laced—

Why lingers he beside the hill?

Far, in the dim and doubtful light,

Where woody slopes a valley leave,

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