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9569	Whittier, John Greenleaf	Mountain Pictures, and other poems Part 2 From Volume II of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier			.txt	text/plain	6602	674	96	I almost pause the wind in the pines to hear, Like last night's clouds, and leave, as it retreats, The great woods climbed the mountain at our back; With home-life sounds the desert air was stirred Far-heard voices sweet with truth, Thy prophecy of summer days. Like passing sails or floating clouds, And let thy sweet shade fall Shall hints of summer-time remain. Shall bloom the home-born flowers, But I shall see a summer sun The mountain slopes shall blush and bloom, The sweet day, opening as a flower A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw The shadow of the mountain wall. Blown down the hill-gaps, mountain-born, To the low song the pine-tree sings; Soul of the mountain, lake, and wood, But let me dream that hill and sky I knew my river's winding line For hills like these the sound of seas A line of silver, down the hill-slope shines.	./cache/9569.txt	./txt/9569.txt