THE CRYSTAL-HUNTERS.

O'er mountains bright

With snow and light,

We Crystal-Hunters speed along;

While rocks and caves,

And icy wares,

Each instant echo to our song;

And, when we meet with store of gems,

We grudge not kings their diadems.

O'er mountains bright

With snow and light,

We Crystal-Hunters speed along;

While grots and caves,

And icy waves,

Each instant echo to our song.

Not half so oft the lover dreams

Of sparkles from his lady's eyes,

As we of those refreshing gleams

That tell where deep the crystal lies;

Tho’, next to crystal, we too grant,

That ladies’ eyes may most enchant.

O'er mountains bright, etc.

Sometimes, when on the Alpine rose

The golden sunset leaves its ray,

So like a gem the floweret glows,

We hither bend our headlong way;

And, tho’ we find no treasure there,

We bless the rose that shines so fair.

O'er mountains bright

With snow and light,

We Crystal-Hunters speed along;

While rocks and caves,

And icy waves,

Each instant echo to our song,