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[Down the slope with flowers besprent]
Down the slope with flowers besprentAt noontide yesterday I went,
And some few precious hours I spent
Beside the sounding sea;
The light-green wavelets at my feet
Upon the snow-white pebbles beat,
In oft-recurring music, sweet
As moonlight melody;
The clouds were crimson-barr'd and gold,
Behind their crags I saw the old
Primeval blue its breadth unfold,—
I saw it and was glad:
For no low-chanted lulling psalm,
No holy waft of Gilead balm,
Can bring my soul such stedfast calm,
'Twould soothe a brain grown mad!
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