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We went by ways of bygone days, / Up mountain heights of story, / Where lost in vague, historic haze, / Tradition, crowned with battle-bays, / Sat 'mid her ruins hoary.
Where wing to wing the eagles cling / And torrents have their sources, / War rose with bugle voice to sing / Of wild spear thrust, and broadsword swing, / And rush of men and horses.
Then deep below, where orchards show / A home here, here a steeple, / We heard a simple shepherd go, / Singing, beneath the afterglow, / A love-song of the people.
As in the trees the song did cease, / With matron eyes and holy / Peace, from the cornlands of increase. / And rose-beds of love's victories, / Spake, smiling, of the lowly.