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“LEAVE the broad sunshine, and the pleasant plain; Seek thou the o’erclouded height!” Great was the voice that call’d. I rose, and went Out from the light That makes the happy valleys laugh; I left Glad homes and children’s prattle all behind; And, climbing up the hillside, a sheer cleft, Pine-clad and dark, did find.

What mystery Divine, what unknown calm Made awful that dim air! Twilight’s deep wings, laid tenderly above, Held silence there. Birds in the valley caroll’d. I lay still. Vague stirrings of some giant soul possess’d My soul with its vast Life’s tumultuous thrill— How much more sweet than rest!