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VIII. COTTAGES OF ST. GEORGE, BARMOUTH.
Master of men, who love this land too wellTo say and do not—they who climb this height,
And after toil find peasants' rest at night,—
They know your purpose; these your name will tell
With gladness, for their lives have felt the spell
Of this grey rock, and their grey eyes are bright,
Their hearts like eagles, light as air is light;
High-souled, above the sordid earth they dwell.
They have no greed of wealth, the saxifrage
Has starred the cottage roof with guiltless gold,
And far beneath the liquid sapphire shines;
Their heads are hoar, but when in silver lines
The old sea breasts the bar with noble rage,
They feel its vigour through their bosoms rolled.
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