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ON A HILLSIDE
A friendly mountain I know;
As I lie on the green slope there
It sets my heart in a glow
And closes the door on care.
As I lie on the green slope there
It sets my heart in a glow
And closes the door on care.
A thought I try to frame—
I was with you long ago;
My soul from your heart out-came;
Mountain, is that not so?
I was with you long ago;
My soul from your heart out-came;
Mountain, is that not so?
Take me again, dear hills,
Open the door to me
Where the magic murmur thrills
The halls I do not see,
Open the door to me
Where the magic murmur thrills
The halls I do not see,
The halls and caverns deep;
Though sometimes I may dare
Down the twilight stairs of sleep
To meet the kingly there.
Though sometimes I may dare
Down the twilight stairs of sleep
To meet the kingly there.
Sometimes on flaming wings
I sit upon a throne
And watch how the great star swings
Along the sapphire zone.
I sit upon a throne
And watch how the great star swings
Along the sapphire zone.
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It has wings of its own for flight,
Diamond its pinions strong,
Glories of opal and white,
I watch the whole night long.
Diamond its pinions strong,
Glories of opal and white,
I watch the whole night long.
Until I needs must lay
My royal robes aside
To toil in a world of grey,
Grey shadows by my side.
My royal robes aside
To toil in a world of grey,
Grey shadows by my side.
And when I ponder it o'er
Grey memories only bide,
But their fading lips tell more
Than all the world beside.
Grey memories only bide,
But their fading lips tell more
Than all the world beside.
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