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PAUL HILL, by            
First Line: Oh let me clamber up the silent stones
Last Line: The strings of my soul's eolian harp with a song.


Oh let me clamber up the silent stones
Of sheer Paul Hill that bruise but do not know,
Alone to feel those other-worldly tones
Of lambkins bleating through the vale below --
To spend ascending force's every ounce,
Then fall down spent upon my quaking knees
And thence adore those rolling dark blue mounts
Across the chasm, in Heaven's bright, blue seas,
Then foot it on to top the ledgy ridge,
To lay me down upon the lofty land,
And peer up into the zenith high and grand,
Cerulean, cool and free of mote and midge
Until the wind of Heaven swishes along
The strings of my soul's Eolian harp with a song.





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