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eyes. I have walked there in the first freshness o f
the dawn, in the company of its earliest visitors; I
have spent the noontide in the shelter of its great
trees; I have followed the glory of the setting sun, as
it has thrown its
magic upon all
that is splendid in
the great shrine ;
I have walked
a l o n e in the
company of the
night, and heard
the music of its
clear-voiced bells
tinkling far overhead
in the passing
breeze; and
I have seen the
dawn come upon it
again, and moonlight
and sunlight
for one supreme
moment compete
upon its golden
r t i FIGU RE S A T TH E FOOT OF A “ TAGO N -D A IN G ” race. 1 have gone
to it in all times of joy and sorrow, and in every mood, for
I have found it comforting and beautiful, and I suppose
that I can claim to know it and to love it as well as any
one in the world ; yet, when I come to describe it, its
fascination, its beauty, the life that moves upon it,
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