The Hill-Top

Look down upon thy grief.’—O heart of mine,
That path alone climbed here!

‘Look down upon thy fear.’—O heart of mine,
That cloud-shadow, my fear!

‘Look down on thy desire.’—And could it shine,
That sorry fallen ember?

‘Ah, in the valley yonder, child of mine,
Wilt thou remember?’
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