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“THERE WAS JOY IN ALL.”
There was joy in all, but I might not win it.I looked from the window on meadow and wood,
On fair green grass that the sun made white;
Beyond the river the mountain stood,—
Blue was the mountain, the river was bright:
I looked on the land and it was not good;
I loved not the land, for thou wert not in it.
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