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Down came the morning, and the dewy radiance filled the prairie,And the day broke on the landscapes, and the east grew luminous,And the sound of the wind in the grass was as the sound of sheep bells,And the air was fresh with the odor of new-mown hay, and with the odorOf new-mown hay and of flowers, and of broom in bloom, and ofCotton-woods in the fresh green of spring, and of magnolia blossoms.And from my window, I looked out on a world of the past and of the future,Touched with the light of morning, and in the heart of the glorious landscape,The world of childhood was lost to me, and all the desire of my soul.And I bethought me of the years that were gone, and of the years that were yet to come.How the deep chasm that divides the night from the day had grown wider;How the horizon was more remote, the hills more spectral;And how on the horizon lay the land of my fathers, stretching away,Now a sad and spectral land, all desolate, where the parent-stemsWere dead, and the flowers no more bloomed, and the birds were silent.And looking beyond the land of my fathers, and on the far-off mountains,Came a vision of the forests that enfolded the rock-ribbed Waters of the Arveiron, and of the wall of virgin forestsThat studded with pictures the west of the province of Bretagne,And of the valleys of the Loire and of the Loiret, and of the Guienne,And of the Seine and the Garonne, and the Arroux, and of the Garonne;And of valleys that sloped to the meadows of the Loire, and to the purple Hills of Berry, and of Orlean, and of the Vienne, and of Anjou,And of the old town of Tours, and of the proud old castle, and ofThe town of Thouars, and of the valley of the Vienne, and of the Loiret, 827ec27edc