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XLI. LOOKING FROM THE TOP OF HELVELLYN.
O'er Fairfield head the mist-wreaths swift did glide,And drifting clouds on Esthwaite valley closed,
The while, behind us, on Helvellyn's side
The sunlights, oh how gloriously, reposed.
Where no stray influence of those gleams could light,
In sable robes magnificently drest,
Scawfell upreared aloft her giant crest
Against the sky in outline definite;
The breeze that swept o'er Redtarn from the hill
Just curled the surface; all below was still—
Of tranquil souls a blessed type to me,
On God's sure mercies staid, which the wild war
Of earthly passion stirs, but cannot mar
Their inward life of deep serenity.
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