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 On the green sheep-track, up the heathy hill, Homeward I wind my way; and lo! recall'd From bodings, that have well nigh wearied me, I find myself upon the brow, and pause Startled! And after lonely sojourning In such a quiet and surrounded scene, This burst of prospect, here the shadowy main, Dim-tinted, there the mighty majesty Of that huge amphitheatre of rich And elmy fields, seems like society, Conversing with the mind, and giving it A livelier impulse, and a dance of thought; And now, beloved ! I behold Thy church-tower, and (methinks) the four huge elms Clust'ring, which mark the mansion of my friend; And close behind them, hidden from my view, Is my own lowly cottage, where my babe And my babe's mother dwell in peace! With light And quicken'd footsteps thitherward I tend, Rememb'ring thee, O green and silent dell! And grateful, that by nature's quietness