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How blest (if truth may entertain Coy fancy with a bolder strain) The HELVETIAN Girl--who daily braves, In her light skiff, the tossing waves, And quits the bosom of the deep Only to climb the rugged steep! --Say whence that modulated shout! From Wood-nymph of Diana's throng? Or does the greeting to a rout Of giddy Bacchanals belong? Jubilant outcry! rock and glade Resounded--but the voice obeyed The breath of an Helvetian Maid.