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214 will stand looking at the hurrying river, and in the blue and silver morning listen to its singing.

Beautiful, untrodden ways and silent mountains, we come no more; like Okuru and its placid lagoon, you are laid by for ever in the inner room of memories. . . for us it is enough to have seen “the great Silver Cone against the blue”. . . we come no more.