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[No spot without its beauty, far or near]
No spot without its beauty, far or near;
Green glen and glade, huge scaur, and wood-clothed hill,
Fair field and fell, and silver mountain-rill,
And lakes where lilies, flowering all the mere,
Glass their white loveliness in waters clear
That sleep beneath them, pure and cool and still.
Here have I drunk of beauty to my fill.
As friends who better known become more dear,
Green glen and glade, huge scaur, and wood-clothed hill,
Fair field and fell, and silver mountain-rill,
And lakes where lilies, flowering all the mere,
Glass their white loveliness in waters clear
That sleep beneath them, pure and cool and still.
Here have I drunk of beauty to my fill.
As friends who better known become more dear,
So with thy charms. When life draws near the end,
Ye shall be with me, hills and valleys green;
And dying eyes from dying bed shall send
A yearning look to each remembered scene,
Fresh in my heart as though beheld yestreen;
And thoughts of you with thoughts of heaven shall blend.
Ye shall be with me, hills and valleys green;
And dying eyes from dying bed shall send
A yearning look to each remembered scene,
Fresh in my heart as though beheld yestreen;
And thoughts of you with thoughts of heaven shall blend.
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