(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

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The Mountains—grow unnoticed

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The Mountains—grow unnoticed—
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt—Exhaustion—
Assistance—or Applause—

In Their Eternal Faces
The Sun—with just delight
Looks long—and last—and golden—
For fellowship—at night—

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004


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