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Show J HIS LAST POEM. In the highlands, in tho country plaoiii, Where the old, plain "men have rosy faces And tho young fair maidens Quiet eyes; Where essential silence cheera and blesses. And forever hi tho hill roceise3 Her more lovely music 5rood3 and dies. Oh, to mount ngalr whero erst I haunted. Where the old red hills are bird enchanted. And tho low-grecn meadows Bright with sward; And when evening dies tho million tinted. And the night has come, and placets glinted, Lo, tho valley hollow Lamp tcstarrfedl Oh, to dream, oh, to awako and wander There, and with delight to take and reade XJiroush tho tranco of silence Quiet breath; Lo, for there, among the flowers and grasses. Only the mightier movement sounds as passes, Only winds and riycrs, Life and death. |