Chapter 34 AURAS OF DELIGHT.

Beautiful habitations, auras of delight!

Who shall bewail the crags and bitter foam

And angry sword-blades flashing left and right

Which guard your glittering height,

That none thereby may come!

The vision which we have

Revere we so,

That yet we crave

To foot those fields of ne'er-profaned snow?

I, with heart-quake,

Dr

            
            

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