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It winds along the face of a cliff / This path which I long to explore, / And over it dashes a waterfall, / And the air is full of the roar / And the thunderous voice of waters which sweep / In a silver torrent over some steep.
It clears the path with a mighty bound / And tumbles below and away, / And the trees and the bushes which grow in the rocks / Are wet with its jewelled spray; / The air is misty and heavy with sound, / And small, wet wildflowers star the ground.
Oh! The dampness is very good to smell, / And the path is soft to tread, / And beyond the fall it winds up and on, / While little streamlets thread / Their own meandering way down the hill / Each singing its own little song, until
I forget that 't is only a pictured path, / And I hear the water and wind, / And look through the mist, and strain my eyes / To see what there is behind; / For it must lead to a happy land, / This little path by a waterfall spanned.