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TRANGERS! your eyes are on that valley fixed Intently, as we gaze on vacancy,
 * When the mind’s wings o’erspread
 * The spirit-world of dreams.

True, ’tis a scene of loveliness—the bright Green dwelling of the summer’s first-born Hours,
 * Whose wakened leaf and bud
 * Are welcoming the morn.

And morn returns the welcome, sun and cloud Smile on the green earth from their home in heaven,
 * Even as a mother smiles
 * Above her cradled boy,

And wreath their light and shade o’er plain and mountain, O’er sleepless seas of grass, whose waves are flowers,
 * The river’s golden shores,
 * The forest of dark pines.