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Ay this is freedom these pure skies	A
Were never stained with village smoke	B
The fragrant wind that through them flies	A
Is breathed from wastes by plough unbroke	B
Here with my rifle and my steed	C
And her who left the world for me	D
I plant me where the red deer feed	C
In the green desert and am free	D
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For here the fair savannas know	E
No barriers in the bloomy grass	F
Wherever breeze of heaven may blow	E
Or beam of heaven may glance I pass	F
In pastures measureless as air	G
The bison is my noble game	H
The bounding elk whose antlers tear	G
The branches falls before my aim	H
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Mine are the river fowl that scream	I
From the long stripe of waving sedge	J
The bear that marks my weapon's gleam	I
Hides vainly in the forest's edge	J
In vain the she wolf stands at bay	K
The brinded catamount that lies	A
High in the boughs to watch his prey	K
Even in the act of springing dies	A
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With what free growth the elm and plane	L
Fling their huge arms across my way	K
Gray old and cumbered with a train	L
Of vines as huge and old and gray	K
Free stray the lucid streams and find	M
No taint in these fresh lawns and shades	N
Free spring the flowers that scent the wind	M
Where never scythe has swept the glades	N
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Alone the Fire when frost winds sere	O
The heavy herbage of the ground	P
Gathers his annual harvest here	Q
With roaring like the battle's sound	P
And hurrying flames that sweep the plain	L
And smoke streams gushing up the sky	B
I meet the flames with flames again	R
And at my door they cower and die	B
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Here from dim woods the aged past	S
Speaks solemnly and I behold	T
The boundless future in the vast	S
And lonely river seaward rolled	T
Who feeds its founts with rain and dew	U
Who moves I ask its gliding mass	F
And trains the bordering vines whose blue	U
Bright clusters tempt me as I pass	F
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Broad are these streams my steed obeys	V
Plunges and bears me through the tide	W
Wide are these woods I thread the maze	V
Of giant stems nor ask a guide	W
I hunt till day's last glimmer dies	A
O'er woody vale and grassy height	X
And kind the voice and glad the eyes	A
That welcome my return at night	X

William Cullen Bryant

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