The brake hung low on the rifted rockWith sweet and holy dreadThe wild-flowers trembled to the shockOf the red man's stealthy tread;And all around fell a fitful gleamThrough the light and quivering spray.While the noise of a restless mountain-streamRush'd out on the stilly day.
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