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THYhillsarekneelinginthetardyspring，Andwait，insupplication’sgentleness，ThecertainresurrectionthatshallbringArobeofverdurefortheirnakedness。
Thyperfumedvalleyswherethetwilightsdwell，Thyfieldswithinthesunlight’slivingcoilNowpromise，whiletheveinsofnatureswell，Eternalrecompensetohumantoil。