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the window wider, sonny, Let me see the veldt, Rolling grandly to the sunset, Where the mountains melt, With the sharp horizon round it, Like a silver belt.

Years and years I've trekked across it, Ridden back and fore, Till the silence and the glamour Ruled me to the core; No man ever knew it better, None could love it more.

There's a balm for crippled spirits In the open view, Running from your very footsteps Out into the blue; Like a wagon-track to heaven, Straight 'twixt God and you.

There's a magic, soul-compelling, In the boundless space, And it grows upon you, sonny, Like a woman's face— Passionate and pale and tender, With a marble grace.