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Excerpt from Poems, Vol. 3 of 3 There was joy for my eye, there was balm for my breathing Green branches above me - blue streams at my side The hand of Creation seemed proudly bequeathing The beauty reserved for a festival tide. I was bound, like a child, by some magical story Forgetting the South and Ionian Vales; And felt that dear England had temples of Glory, Where any might worship, in Derbyshire Dales. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.