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FROM MOFFAT DALE
Come, friend, with me, if simple thoughts console,
To our glad session bring no wiser brain;
Come where, betwixt the mountain and the plain,
The billowy uplands of the Border roll.
Better than yon bleak alps to travail'd soul
This half-way heaven, and happier far to gain,
Than heights of ecstasy o'er gulfs of pain,
The grey-green hills of sober self-control.
Be wisely passive; strive not here to find,
But ope thy heart, and, when the hills have sway,
Let the great Minstrel of the Border-lay
About thy spirit all his witchery wind,
Or travel to the height of Wordsworth's mind,
And with some glorious sonnet crown the day.
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