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Not we who daily walk the city's / Not those who have been cradled in its heart, / Best understand its architectural art / Or realise its grandeur. Oft we meet / Some stranger who has staid his passing feet / And lingered with us for a single hour, / And learned more of cathedral, and of tower, / Than we who deem our knowledge quite complete.
Not always those we hold most loved and dear, / Not always those who dwell with us, know best / Our greater selves. Because they stand so near / They cannot see the lofty mountain crest, / The gleaming sun-kissed height, which fair and clear / Stands forth-revealed unto the some-time guest.