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Where the Shining Way leads on, / Thro' the garden, o'er the lawn, / Past the road and down the hill, / There's a place so strange and still, / Nothing like the world we see / Every morning, you and me. / There we found a little pond / Edged with rushes, and beyond / Grow the marshes, green and high. / Wild rice climbing to the sky, / Fragrant flag and iris beds / Fringed with purple arrow-heads.
Little moving waves of air / Quiver o'er the grasses fair; / On the shining water blue / Broad round leaves are shining too; / Lilies, dreaming in the sun- / From the bank I peeped in one, / And the petals, wide apart, / Showed a sun within its heart. / And the rushes tall and free, / Like a forest seemed to me, / With the rice-trees waving 'round. / But the silence! Not a sound! / Very still the lilies lay / In the golden summer day.