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Lightly come or lightly go:

Though thy heart presage thee woe, Vales and many a wasted sun,

Oread let thy laughter run, Till the irreverent mountain air Ripple all thy flying hair.

Lightly, lightly—ever so:

Clouds that wrap the vales below At the hour of evenstar

Lowliest attendants are; Love and laughter song-confessed When the heart is heaviest.