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IV. 



Now roaming free : for on the wind 



No sound of danger flies : 

 The fawn may frolic with the hind, 



Nor fear a fell surprise ; 

 Or where some knoll its verdant head 



To clustering sunbeams shows, 

 In graceful groups the herd may spread, 



And circling round, repose. 

 Thus the deer their vigils keep 

 Basking on Bendouran's steep ! 



