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A WISH. "The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir."
Songs of Solomon i. 17.

IVE me a châlet on the heights, In fields of deathless snow,With a crystal river o'er whose waves, The murm'ring breezes blow.

The only footstep that shall pass My humble châlet door,Shall be the tempest, whose wild wrath Dies in the cataract's roar.

My only neighbours be the pines, The armies of the height,Whose upward tramp shall cut a path For the moon's mystic light.