Where the mocking lyre-bird calls To its mate among the falls Of the mountain streams that play, Each adown its tortuous way; When the dewy-fingered even Veils the narrowed glimpse of heaven, Where the morning re-illumes Gullies full of ferny plumes, And the roof of radiance weaves Through high-hanging vault of leaves; There 'mid giant turpentines, Groups of climbing, clustering vines, Rocks that stand like sentinels Guarding native citadels, Lowly flowering shrubs that grace With their beauty all the place, There I love to wander lonely With my dog companion only; There, indulge unworldly moods In the mountain solitudes; Far from all the gilded strife Of our boasted “social life,” Contemplating, spirit-free, The majestic company, Grandly marching through the ages— Heroes, martyrs, bards, and sages— They who bravely suffered long, By their struggles waxing strong, For the freedom of the mind, For the rights of humankind. Oh, for some awakening cause, Where we face eternal laws, Where we dare not turn aside, Where the souls of men are tried— Something of a nobler strife, Which consumes the dross of life, To unite to truer aim, To exalt to loftier fame, Leave behind the bats and balls, Leave the racers in the stalls, Leave the cards for ever shuffled, Leave the yacht on seas unruffled, Leave the haunts of pampered ease, Leave your dull festivities— Better far the savage glen, Fitter school for earnest men.
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I count the mercifullest part of all God's mercies, in this coil of eighty years, Is that no sense of being disappears Or fails; I see the signal, hear the call, Can calmly estimate the rise and fall Of moth-like mortals in this "vale of tears"; And all His glorious works--the heavenly spheres, The ocean, and the earth's unending wall-- Remain, for thought and wonder! Marvellous Is God's creation, with its endless space And those inhabited bright worlds by law Divinely governed, as they shine on us, Still keeping through all time their ordered place; I bow my head in rapture and in awe.
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