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 And then, what elegance of form, And what a grandeur, what a height In every part

You've noted this?

What noted?

It seems great to you?

Why, it not only seems, but is, No matter what the point of view.

It is great? Really? That is true—?

Great?—yes, God bless me,—and to spare— For folks so far to North. Elsewhere They've higher standards, I'm aware? But among us who captive dwell Amid drear wastes and barren mounds, On the scant verge of fjord and fell, Its greatness 'mazes and confounds.

Yes, that is so, and all we do Is,—change an old lie for a new.

What?

We have lured their hearts away From the time-honour'd gloom and mould