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AT AYR
Heaven rent his cloud-hung curtain of despair,
And lo! the sea glowed golden, sunset-kissed,
While, like some stranded monster, through the mist
Loomed Ailsa Crag beyond the Heads of Ayr.
But who shall paint how delicately fair
Arran's clear outline, cut in amethyst,
From level ocean like a wraith uprist,
Till Goatfell soared in empyrean air?
Or who with such high commerce hath been blest
As yon lone peak, for all its buffetings,
Now holds with heaven in ecstasy of rest?
Such peace alone the enfranchised spirit knows—
The deep unutterable calm that springs
Of aspiration blended with repose.
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