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X. HOME FROM THE EAST.
AMONG THE DRIGG SAND-HILLS.
Who gives his fancy reins to wander freeAmong the sand-built dunes of Cumbria's coast,
Again may follow Israel's flying host
By Pihahiroth's sedges and the sea;
Or, wrapt in recollection's dream, may be
Where Negeb's plain to waves of sand is tost,
And hear, by Gaza's ruin—well-nigh lost
Beneath the drifts of desert—God's decree.
He tracks the moon-foot camel in the sand,
Hunts in the rushes for the bustling quails,
Then tops the bank, and views with glad surprise,
O'er Wastdale's plain the brown-backed Screes arise,
With Scaw, blue guardian of the sister vales,—
And this is home, and this is Cumberland.
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