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By Lefranc de Pompignan
I leave you, ye cold mountain chains, / Dwelling of warriors stark and frore! / You, may these eyes behold no more, / Rave on the horizon of our plains.
Vanish, ye frightful, gloomy views! / Ye rocks that mount up to the clouds! / Of skies, enwrapped in misty shrouds, / Impracticable avenues!
Ye torrents, that with might and main / Break pathways through the rocky walls, / With your terrific waterfalls / Fatigue no more my weary brain!
Arise, ye landscapes full of charms, / Arise, ye pictures of delight! / Ye brooks, that water in your flight / The flowers and harvests of our farms!
You I perceive, ye meadows green, / Where the Garonne the lowland fills, / Not far from that long chain of hills, / With intermingled vales between.
You wreath of smoke, that mounts so high, / Methinks from my own hearth must come; / With speed, to that beloved home, / Fly, ye too lazy coursers, fly!
And bear me thither, where the soul / In quiet may itself possess, / Where all things soothe the mind's distress, / Where all things teach me and console.