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The Moutain's Meadow

They have soared into the wonder
Of the noon with giant daring
To the heat, the storm, the thunder,
Each its mighty forehead baring.

Now, that long endurance over,
In their glorious leisure leaning
Grandly down, they may discover
Something of thy deepest meaning.

Thou art coolness after burning;
Thou art fullness after bareness;
Sweet possession, after yearning;
After storms, an open fairness.

Thou art stillness after striving;
Crowned rest, to high endeavor,
After anguish, deep reviving;
After death, the calm Forever.

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