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SPKING IN BENDOURAN. 



THY groves and glens, BENDOURAN, ring 



With the chorus of the spring : 



The blackcock chuckles in thy woods 



The trout are glancing in thy floods 



The bees about thy braes so fair, 



Are humming in the sunny air ; 



Each sight most glad, each sound most sweet, 



Amid the sylvan pastures meet ; 



With the bloom of balmy May, 



Thy grassy wilderness is gay ! 



II. 



And lo ! along the forest glade 



From out yon ancient pine wood's shade, 



Proud in their ruddy robes of state, 



The new-born boon of spring, 

 With antlered head and eye elate, 



And feet that scarcely fling 



* The inhabitants of the west still suppose that this mountain pos- 

 sesses the faculty of making known by strange sounds the approach 

 of a storm, when, as they express it, " The spirit of the mountain 

 shrieks." 



