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I strolled last eve across the lonely down; / One solitary picture struck my eye: / A distant ploughboy stood against the sky -- / How far he seemed above the noisy town!
Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod / Laid its bruised cheek as he moved slowly by, / And, watching him, I asked myself if I / In very truth stood half as near to God.