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On Seeing the White Mountains from Cook's Hill, in West Peabody
Far off I see, like a dim cloud, the hills,Which, in my youth, I climbed with daring feet;
Whose memory still my mind with grandeur fills,
And pleasant thoughts of love and friendship sweet.
But nearer do the humble hill-tops rise,
On which my childhood loved to sit and stray;
Gazing on pastures wide, on sea and skies,
Lit by the sun's bright beams, or moon's soft ray.
And many a merry voice and sunny face
Of early playmates round my happy home
Come back to me, as the green paths I trace,
And craggy cliffs, 'mid which we loved to roam;
Nor long I now yon distant hills to climb,
Though grand their scenes, their summits more sublime.
Poem No. 115; c. 30 August 1872
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