THIS is the land!
It lies outstretched a vision of delight, Bent like a shield between the silver seas It flashes back the hauteur of the sun; Yet teems with humblest beauties, still a part of its Titanic and ebullient heart.
Land of the glacial, lonely mountain ranges, Where nothing haps save vast Æonian changes, The slow moraine, the avalanche's wings, Summer and Sun,—the elemental things,
Pulses of Awe, Winter and Night and the lightnings. Land of the pines that rear their dusky spars A ready midnight for hte earliest stars. The land of rivers, rivulets, and rills, Straining incessant everyway to the sea ...
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