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A THOUGHT.
When, leaving Deepdale far behind, you stand
On rugged Kirkstone's wild and rocky height,
And backward turn where sleeps the vale in light,
With Brother's Water and its noble band
Of giant mountains, guardians of this land,
There fronts your gaze a panorama bright.
But look before,—more beauty takes the sight,—
Blue Windermere with woods that kiss the strand.
On rugged Kirkstone's wild and rocky height,
And backward turn where sleeps the vale in light,
With Brother's Water and its noble band
Of giant mountains, guardians of this land,
There fronts your gaze a panorama bright.
But look before,—more beauty takes the sight,—
Blue Windermere with woods that kiss the strand.
Such prospect Christian pilgrims may descry
When life's high summit is at length attained.
Glance on the Past, there meet the raptured eye
Mercy and love;—look forward, and there lie
Blessings surpassing those that have been gained,
Fair realms of joy that earthly realms outvie.
When life's high summit is at length attained.
Glance on the Past, there meet the raptured eye
Mercy and love;—look forward, and there lie
Blessings surpassing those that have been gained,
Fair realms of joy that earthly realms outvie.
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