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[X Girt by a meadow mirthful in flowers]
Girt by a meadow mirthful in flowers,
Yonder a mountain massively towers.
Yonder a mountain massively towers.
Heaven his firm comrade through smile or frown,
Moonlight his mantle, starbeams his crown,
Moonlight his mantle, starbeams his crown,
Grand gales to bear him homage unsought,
Still would he languish but for the thought
Still would he languish but for the thought
That far beneath him, hauntingly sweet,
Daisies and buttercups break at his feet.
Daisies and buttercups break at his feet.
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