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IN THE FOREST.
 
 
 
 
 


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IN THE FOREST.

Through the proud isles of old cathedral woods
What echoing voices break the solitudes!
At matin-hour go hear, on green hillside,
Bells of bird-music ringing far and wide,
While mountain streams that burst their prison crags
Run down the rocks and wave their snow-white flags.
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