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He rose and stood. Then lo! the world beneath

—Wide pools that in the sun-splashed foothills lay,

Sheep-doted downs, soft-piled, and rolling heath,

River and shining weir and steeples grey

And the green waves of forest. Far away

Distance rose heaped on distance: nearer hand,

The white roads leading down to a new land.