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336 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Mighty earthen walls shall build And the valley shall be filled,
" Filled with clear pellucid rills That are born within the hills, They shall gather all these fountains Flowing sweetly from the mountains, Cunningly shall bear them down To the distant thirsty town ! "
No green rushes grow beside The dark waters as they glide From the Valley of the Thrushes; But the scent of the furze-bushes And the breath of heath-clad hill Dwell within their bosom still. |
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