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UPON THE HILL by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

First Line: A HUNDRED MILES OF LANDSCAPE SPREAD BEFORE ME LIKE A FAN
Last Line: HOW MANY THOUSAND TIMES SHALL I LOOK ON THEM ERE THIS FIRE IN ME IS DEAD?
Subject(s): MOUNTAINS; TIME; HILLS; DOWNS (GREAT BRITAIN);
A HUNDRED miles of landscape spread before me like a fan;
Hills behind naked hills, bronze light of evening on them shed;
How many thousand ages have these summits spied on man?
How many thousand times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is dead?



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