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XIX. ARTHUR'S SEAT AGAIN!
Fjord, wood, and waterfall, and cliff whose lineRose level with the heavens, and the long swell
Of fell up-reaching arm to brother fell,
And the lone aspiration of the pine
That stood erect on sunset heights divine
Under the gaze of God in holy spell,
While on the slope, or from the sunken dell,
Aspens looked up and trembled—these were mine;
And I had grown familiar with them till
They seemed a patrimony all my own;
And yet when Arthur's green and rounded hill
Met my returning gaze, and seaward blown
A Scottish voice came floating—closer still
Was Scotland at my heart than I had known.
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