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"A dim Ideal of tender grace / In my soul reigned supreme; / Too noble and too sweet, I thought, / To live, save in a dream- / Within thy heart to-day it lies, and looks on me / from thy dear eyes. " / A. A. PROCTER.
THE winding glen in its tangled beauty, far surpassed ordinary English types of scenery. It might almost have served for a Swiss ravine, but for the lack of enclosing mountains; and, indeed, the range of great hills, not many miles away, where the river had its birth, might not inaptly have been called "mountains," at least as an act of courtesy.