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Blow high, blow low, O wind from the West; You come from the country I love the best.
O say have the lilies Yet lifted their heads Above the lake-water That ripples and spreads?
Do the little sedges Still shake with delight, And whisper together All through the night?
Have the mountains the purple I used to love, And peace about them, Around and above?
Edward Young
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