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THE VALLEY OF THE VISP.

A clustered village bear; and then a church,

And pastures, stretching up to forests dark

Of gloomy firs. But far above,

Far above a waved sea of snow,

On two stupendous flanks of time-worn rock,

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Around which curl two living streams of ice,

A mountain rises, with one mighty leap,

Into the shimmering blue beyond; its crest,

Piercing through to purer air on high,

Grasps the blinding sunbeams from its peer

And flings them down below; the whole,

With jewelled crown of ice, a soaring shaft

Of crystallized eternity.

Eternity - But stay, - here comes a being,

Perhaps the guardian of this heavenly spot; -

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