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Though the torrents from their fountains / Roar down many a craggy steep, / Yet they find among the mountains / Resting-places calm and deep.
Though almost with eagle pinion / O'er the rocks the Chamois roam, / Yet he has some small dominion / Which, no doubt, he calls his home.
If on windy days the Raven / Gambol like a dancing skiff, / Not the less he loves his haven / On the bosom of the cliff.
Though the Sea-horse in the ocean / Own no dear domestic cave; / Yet he slumbers without motion / On the calm and silent wave.
Day and night my toils redouble!
Never nearer to the goal, / Night and day I feel the trouble / Of the Wanderer in my soul.