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AR off there is a realm of wonder,—

Know you its name?

No region the wide heavens under

Could be the same!

Dark orange groves it hath, and alleys

With sunlit verdure covered over

High-mounting hills, great river valleys

Enriched by crops of maize and clover:

A Land apart, from all asunder,—

Know you its name?

Walls hath it—two. One—of the mind,—

To the outside world forever blind,

Itself within itself hath still confined;

Wherefore its brooding and exclusive spirit

Craves but for progress in experience sown,

Noiseless as Nature's own;

And with that reverence it doth inherit,

Hearkens obediently its sages,

Mysteriously wise from distant ages,