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And yet how lovely in thine age of woe,

Land of lost Gods and godlike men, art thou!

Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow, 37.B. Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now: Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough: So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth:188