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HAWARDEN HEYS.
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Climb the hill, and there the eye
A wide expanse of earth may see;
Art and nature equal vie
To form the rich variety.

But haply eve's pale tints you love,—
Perchance you prize the moonlight ray;
Go, watch, then, Cynthia rise above
Yon ruined castle's turrets gray.