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TO THE FALL OF THE SWALLOW,
NORTH WALES.
Fall of the Swallow, whose impetuous streamSends its astounding voice adown the glen,
A wandering truant from the haunts of men
Comes to behold thy glory, and to dream
An hour within thy presence. Noon's bright beam
In broken splendour sparkles on thy breast,
As if to charm thee from thy wild unrest,
And soothe thee into quiet. Thou dost seem
A mighty prophet in the wilderness,
Placed here to awe, to dazzle, and to bless
With high and holy mysteries. I deem
Thou art a priest within this lonely bower,
Teaching the love of God, His wisdom, and His power!
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