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there is a power to bless
in hillside loneliness -
in tarns and dreary places -
a virtue in the brook.
a freshness in the look
of mountains' joyless faces -
and so, when life is dull
or when my heart is full
because my dreams have frowned.
i wander up the rills
to stones and tarns and hills -
i go there to be crowned !
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