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 As high as Kompira, that hill

You climbed, with such good heart and will

At Ikao, in the pelting rain:

We spy those Ikao ranges plain

Beyond Koshiû, and near to view

Karuizawa's green tops, too.

What sunny hours, what lightsome times

We had there, in our walks and climbs!

I like the mountains of Japan

Best, at your side, O Yoshi San!

Gotemba to Subashiri

The road was rough, yet fair to see;

Red lilies glittered in the grass,

Green waved the rice, as we did pass

Nearer to this majestic Hill,

Which stately grew, and statelier still

In ever-shifting clouded dress

As we drew close; its loveliness

Most perfect when at sunset-time

The mists rolled from its brow sublime

And showed—o'erhanging the long street

(Busy with many a pilgrim's feet