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Show SONG TO PSYCHOLOGY Over the hills of Palestine, Sweet as a drench of amber wine. The -first clear morning came and showed The low vale and the climbing Road, But with the Heaven-groping tree, Man's roots were deep in earth, and he Was sad but could not keep the path: There rolled a midnight aftermath Over the hills. But look! the peaks already know The new white morning that will show Not just the path but how to follow Out of the dim and steaming hollow hol-low And over the hills. CARLTON CULMSEE |