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Come, climb with me, my soul, and let us change This City of the plain for yon hill-range Builded along the Blue. In the bright shops the sunlight pales, In the full street the wing’d air fails, And we are limited too, We are prevented by houses, and men and women, A clearer vision we want, a wider view— Up let us climb!

Ah, blessed Green-and-Blue Already see, invading! where These happier hill-side dwellings share With rock and turf this livelier air Blushing with peach-blossom, and blent With skylark-song, and wattle-scent. Here is brave sun to spare! And yonder full-flower’d gorse-lines up the height Point long gold fingers to yet more air and light