THE BOY'S MOUNTAIN SONG.
Reading edition
FROM THE GERMAN.
By I. McLellan, Jr.
I am the mountain boy! Forth o'er an hundred halls I gaze. Here morn his earliest light displays, Here linger his declining rays,— I am the mountain boy!
Here is the mountain-source, Of the cold water-course— And at sultry noon I dip, In its wave my glowing lip. I am the mountain boy!
When the awful lightnings glare, Flashes on the midnight air, On the rocking cliff I kneel, Answering back each thunder-peal. I am the mountain boy!
When the quickly-pealing bell, Calls to arms in every dell, In the mustered ranks I stand, Swinging wide my mountain-brand And sing my mountain-song!