THE OTHER SIDE
I reached the top and on my eyes
No sight there burst of foreign seas,
Or castles old of giant size;
My roof-tree glimmered through the trees!
'Twas my own hill on which I stood,
Whose prospect promised strange and wide
Because, in absent, wandering mood,
I'd viewed it from the other side.
No sight there burst of foreign seas,
Or castles old of giant size;
My roof-tree glimmered through the trees!
'Twas my own hill on which I stood,
Whose prospect promised strange and wide
Because, in absent, wandering mood,
I'd viewed it from the other side.
The fields well-known and traversed oft,
How dear and sweet they seemed and fair,
Each leafy twig waved welcomes soft,
And one Beloved Form was there,
A shelter sure in time of need!
"I have not climbed in vain," I cried,
"The glories of the world indeed
Lie here, upon the other side."
How dear and sweet they seemed and fair,
Each leafy twig waved welcomes soft,
And one Beloved Form was there,
A shelter sure in time of need!
"I have not climbed in vain," I cried,
"The glories of the world indeed
Lie here, upon the other side."
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