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Where Braving Angry Winter's Storms

Where braving angry Winter's storms
The lofty Ochels rise,
Far in their shade my Peggy's charms
First blest my wondering eyes.

As one who by some savage stream
A lonely gem surveys,
Astonish'd, doubly marks it beam
With art's most polish'd blaze.

Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade,
And blest the day and hour,
Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd,
When first I felt their pow'r.

The tyrant death, with grim controul,
May seize my fleeting breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
Must be a stronger death.