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107 The Youth of green Savannahs spake,

And many an endless endless lake

With all its fairy crowds

Of islands that together lie

As quietly as spots of sky

Among the evening clouds:

And then he said "How sweet it were

A fisher or a hunter there,

A gardener in the shade,

Still wandering with an easy mind

To build a household fire and find

A home in every glade.

What days and what sweet years! Ah me!

Our life were life indeed, with thee

So pass'd in quiet bliss,

And all the while" said he "to know

That we were in a world of woe,

On such an earth as this!