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I climb the hill: from end to end / Of all the landscape underneath, / I find no place that does not breathe / Some gracious memory of my friend;
No gray old grange, or lonely fold, / Or low morass and whispering reed, / Or simple stile from mead to mead, / Or sheepwalk up the windy wold;