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So had he harkened his first melodies;
And as the morning, imaged in the lake,
Gave back the mirrored mountain, hung aloft,
Lovelier than nature, so had his young world
Exhaled a secret beauty folded there,
That from himself took its deep mystery:
But now his eyes beheld a greater morn.
There was an eminence not far removed,
Whence he could view more nigh that pleasant soil,
Whose charms lay broadcast to his roving glance.
Straight on he wound by brook and blossoming green,
And oft his gaze, on the wide prospect borne
To some horizon bound or skyey mount,
A lonely mystery, lingering stood fixed;
Or from blown ridges of the upland caught
Firm lines, or flooding color from the fields;
And as the broad rings from a pebble thrown
Move o'er still waters and lead on the eye,
So from the fair point where his sight reposed,
By momentary beauty stayed awhile,
The loveliness of earth spread ever on,
O'erflowing and embracing all he saw;
Till, on that mount arrived, the world's blue round
Encircled him with old familiar things,

One sky, one earth, one sweet majestic whole,—