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32 With process not unlike to that which cheers

A pensive stranger journeying at his leisure

Through some Helvetian Dell; when low-hung mists

Break up and are beginning to recede;

How pleased he is where thin and thinner grows

The veil, or where it parts at once, to spy

The dark pines thrusting forth their spiky heads;

To watch the spreading lawns with cattle grazed;

Then to be greeted by the scattered huts

As they shine out; and see the streams whose murmur

Had soothed his ear while they were hidden; how pleased

To have about him which way e'er he goes

Something on every side concealed from view,