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BERRY-HILL.
We stand upon the Ochils in the airOf a September eve; great fleecy clouds,
Like sheep new-washen, circle earth in crowds,
But all the cupola is blue and bare.
Here, on the right, our Lomond towers; and there,
Far to the west, from a pale smoke that shrouds
Its base, Ben Lomond; and the heaven is bowed
Serenely o'er us, resting on the pair.—
It is a dutiful delight to flee
At times the sorcery of the sordid town,
To shake the mind from all vexations free,
To know on hill-tops Heaven without frown,
And feel like children looking up to see
Their parents at a window smiling down!
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