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Rh Echoed with concordant Why; Life, the small self-dragon ramped, Thrill for service to be stamped. Ay, and over every height Life for them shall wave a wand: That, the last, where sits affright, Homely shows the stream beyond. Love the light and be its lynx, You will track her and attain; Read her as no cruel Sphinx In the woods of Westermain. Daily fresh the woods are ranged; Glooms which otherwhere appal, Sounded: here, their worths exchanged, Urban joins with pastoral: Little lost, save what may drop Husk-like, and the mind preserves. Natural overgrowths they lop, Yet from nature neither swerves,