Where braving angry Winter’s Storms

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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.