Alfred Castner King (Альфред Кастнер Кинг)

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The spirit of freedom is born of the mountains,
In gorge and in cañon it hovers and dwells;
Pervading the torrents and crystalline fountains,
  Which dash through the valleys and forest clad dells.

The spirit of freedom, so firm and impliant,
  Is borne on the breeze, whose invisible waves
Descend from the mountain peaks, stern and defiant--
  Created for freemen, but never for slaves.

1. Think Not That the Heart Is Devoid of Emotion
2. Humanity's Stream
3. Nature's Lullaby
4. To the Pines
5. There Is an Air of Majesty

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