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I love to tread the grass-green path,
Far up the winding stream ;
For tliere, in Nature's loneliness,
The day is one bright dream.
And still the pilgrim waters tell
Of wanderings wild by wood and dell.
Or up the mountain's brow I toil
Beneath a wid'ning sky,
Seas, forests, lakes, and rivers wide.
Crowding the wondering eye.
Then, then, my soul on eagle's wings,
To cloudless regions upward springs !
The stars — the stars ! I know each one,
With all its soul of love.
They beckon me to come and live
In their tearless homes above ;
And then I spurn earth's songs and flowers,
And pant to breathe in heaven's own bowers
THE VALE OF KILLEAN.
yes, there's a valley as calm and as
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet
So bland in its beauty, so rich in its green,
'Mid Scotia's dark mountains — the Vale of Killean.

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