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1 Hail to the hallow'd hill, the circling lawn The breezy upland, & the mountain stream! The last tall pine that earliest meets the dawn And glistens latest in the western gleam. 2 Hail every distant hill & downland plain Your dew-hid beauties fancy oft unveils; What time to [[unclear]] reed, or poets strain Sorrowing, my heart its distin'd woe bewails. 3 Blest are the fairy hour, the twilight shade Of ev'ning wand'ring thro' her woodlands dear; Sweet the still sound, that steals along the glade 'Tis fancy wafts it, & her vot'ries hear. 4 'Tis fancy wafts it - & how sweet the sound I hear it now, the distant hills uplong While fairy echos, from their dells around And woods & wilds, the feeble notes prolong. 5
