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—Alert to follow as the Pastor led
We clomb a green hill's side; and thence obtained,
Slowly, a less and less obstructed sight
Of the flat meadows, and indented coast
Of the whole lake—in compass seen! Far off,
And yet conspicuous, stood the old Church-tower,
In majesty presiding o'er the Vale
And all her Dwellings; seemingly preserved
From the intrusion of a restless world
By rocks impassable and mountains huge.
Soft heath this elevated spot supplied,
With resting-place of mossy stone;—and there
We sate reclined—admiring quietly
The frame and general aspect of the scene;
And each not seldom eager to make known
His own discoveries; or to favourite points
Directing notice, merely from a wish
To impart a joy, imperfect while unshared.
That rapturous moment ne'er shall I forget
When these particular interests were effaced
From every mind!—Already had the sun,
Sinking with less than ordinary state,
