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and silent spot amid the hills, A small and silent dell!—O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ever pois'd himself! The hills are heathy, save that swelling slope, Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on, All golden with the never-bloomless furze, Which now blooms most profusely: but the dell, Bath'd by the mist, is fresh and delicate, As vernal corn field, or the unripe flax, When, thro' its half-transparent stalks, at eve, The level sunshine glimmers with green light. Oh! 'tis a quiet spirit-healing nook,