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10 Of solitude and silence in the sky?

These have we, and a thousand nooks of earth

Have also these, but nowhere else is found,

Nowhere (or is it fancy?) can be found

The one sensation that is here; 'tis here,

Here as it found its way into my heart

In childhood, here as it abides by day,

By night, here only; or in chosen minds

That take it with them hence, where'er they go.

—'Tis, but I cannot name it, 'tis the sense

Of majesty, and beauty, and repose,

A blended holiness of earth and sky,

Something that makes this individual spot,

This small abiding-place of many men,

A termination, and a last retreat,

A centre, come from wheresoe'er you will,