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from The Walk


the evening hills are plunged in red,
and I in words too deep to speak.
a hummingbird goes by and by,
intent on nectar flowers keep.
and I in deep and wordless song
survey the undulating seat
of God's fair country by and by
and lay my weary head to sleep.






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