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C. Clarens! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod,-- Undying Love's, who here ascends a throne To which the steps are mountains; where the god Is a pervading life and light,--so shown Not on those summits solely, nor alone In the still cave and forest; o'er the flower His eye is sparkling, and his breath hath blown, His soft and summer breath, whose tender power Passes the strength of storms in their most desolate hour.