I mount and mount toward the sky, The eagle's heart is mine, I ride to put the clouds a by Where silver lakelets shine. The roaring streams wax white with snow, The eagle's nest draws near, The blue sky widens, hid peaks glow, The air is frosty clear. And
HAMLIN GARLAND: _Mounting._
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