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SCENE FROM SKITTIM HILL, HENBURY.
IN SPRING.
With what persuasion to unending sleepYon mountains lean their arms along the shore!
Seas icy still, as though a sudden frore
Had fallen from Summer skies; and, yonder, peep
Ships with lost wings, who by the greenland keep
Mysterious watch, while prow, and keel, and oar
Have left transfixed for aye a furrowed score
Upon the forehead of the dead old deep!
Come hearts, whose weary pulses sigh to death;
Come eyes, whose weary lids are tired of life;
Sit here, and take, from all the scene beneath,
Some courage for the ceasing of all strife!
Plain, sea, and mountain, in their calmness viewed,
Tell of a Spring begun, a life renewed!
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