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LET ME ARISE AND AWAY
Let me arise and away
To the land that guards the dying day,
Whose moonlight poured for years untold
Has drifted down in dust of gold;
Whose morning splendors fallen in showers
Leaves ceaseless sunrise in the flowers.
To the land that guards the dying day,
Whose moonlight poured for years untold
Has drifted down in dust of gold;
Whose morning splendors fallen in showers
Leaves ceaseless sunrise in the flowers.
“I sat last night on yonder ridge of rocks
To see the sun set over Tamalpais;
Whose tinted peaks suffused with rosy mist
Blended the colors of the sea and sky
And made the mountain one great amethyst,
Hanging against the sun.
To see the sun set over Tamalpais;
Whose tinted peaks suffused with rosy mist
Blended the colors of the sea and sky
And made the mountain one great amethyst,
Hanging against the sun.
I hold my hand up, so, before my face,
It blots ten miles of country and a town.
It blots ten miles of country and a town.
'Tis well God does not measure a man's worth
By the image in his neighbor's retina.
By the image in his neighbor's retina.
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