A RAMBLE WITH FANCY.
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"Hast thou come again to lead meOut into the land of Beauty?Many times with you I've wandered'Mong its grottos, hills, and valleys,Plucking here and there a blossom.Far above the hills and valleysOf this land of song and beauty,In sublimity and grandeur,Rise the Everlasting Mountains;And I've listened to the echoesRinging from their secret caverns,Till I long to roam among them;Long to wake some grand, deep echoThat hath never yet been sounded." Then said Fancy, "If it please thee,We will gaze upon those mountainsAs we ramble now together;And perchance in some dim future,If thy life on earth is lengthened,Thou mayst roam among their summits." Onward then with her I journeyed,Till we stood beside those mountains,And I saw Fame's mighty temple,With its broad dome and its arches,Resting on its golden pillars.And I said to my companion,"If to me it shall be granted
