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THE WORLD.

Without hills around,
Cannot be valley found
Solitary and still;
To inclose valleys low,

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Must rise many a hill;
On which winds blow,
Whence streams flow,
Pure and free;
And often will the hill-tops brighten'd be.
Can there then be one
Valley alone
Named “Valley of Tears;”
Round which solitary
No hill uprears;
Towards heaven high,
Clothed with beauty,
Having wind and streams:
And peaks cloud-haunted from which sun-light beams?
Many hills of Hope,
With weather-fronting top,
Around this valley are;
Having slope and steep,
Spaces flower'd and bare;
Climb, do not weep,
Nor for ease of pain sleep;
When mounted high,
Lands beyond beautiful thou shalt descry,
And the valley will seem sacred to the down-gazing eye.