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[I climb'd the glorious mountains of the north]
I climb'd the glorious mountains of the north,And gazed in transport from Ben Lomond's brow;
And many a desert cry and wild view now
Are into my glad spirit thence sent forth:
But none more livingly, than when in mirth
We scaled Helvellyn's steep and rocky side,
That gleaming sabbath morn: the storm had died,
And left all radiance round us; but its wrath
Had fallen upon one little mountain lamb,
That by the loud and craggy torrent lay,
Shivering and nestling to its perish'd dam:
The wild flock thence had wander'd all away,
All but one other lamb, that seem'd to keep
Near it for love—not sorrow—it could sleep.
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