The Crystal Hunters

O’ER mountains bright with snow and light,

  We crystal hunters speed along,

While grots, and caves, and icy waves

  Each, instant echo to our song;

And when we meet with stores of gems,

We grudge not kings their diadems.

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No lover half so fondly dreams

  Of sparkles from his lady’s eyes,

As we of those refreshing gleams

  That tell where deep the crystal lies;

Though, next to crystal, we too grant

That ladies’ eyes may most enchant.

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Sometimes, when o’er the Alpine rose

  The golden sunset leaves its ray,

So like a gem the floweret glows,

  We thither bend our headlong way;

And though we find no treasure there,

We bless the rose that shines so fair.

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