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Twas as
though I had come to the edge of the world
As I stood
looking out into space,
While above
and beyond the clouds billowed and swirled
And completely transformed the whole place,-
For the mountains lay hidden behind the thick
mist,
- And no sign of the vale could I trace.
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- And the vast panorama of mountains so fair
- That I always have seen from Clear Hill
- Had quite vanished away, and hung there
instead
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- Misty cloudlets that never were still,
- Ever shifting and changing and fading away,
- And then rushing the gap to reN1.
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- And this beautiful scene found its way to my
heart
- As I watched itbefore me unfold,
- Softest mists in the valleys and mists on the
hills
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- Made a picture I always shall hold,
- For I've stored it away in the depths of my
heart,
- To remember some day when I'm old.
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- Beryl Heather
- "into The Blue"
- September 1948
- You call it grand;
- 'Look down," you say, and stand and stare,
- Half fearful of the darkness there,
- Of limestone drop and driving air,
- And grip the rail
- With fingers chill as Autumn host
- And know yourself a fragment tossed
- Within the arms of space and lost
- Yes, it is grand:
- 'Look up," you say, and point to where
- You gripped the rail and paused to stare,
- A pygmy on the summit there;
- And turn away,
- To clamber where the ages slept
- And changing time her torment left
- In granite tears within the cleft
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- Bernard W Peach
- "Into The Blue"
- June 1950
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