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depths of such retreats primitive as crea- 

 tion, and lovely as the dawn. The air is 

 scented with the tang and spice of pine and 

 fir. The trailing arbutus with its delicate 

 rose-colored bloom lends fragrance to wooded 

 aisles, and wild red-raspberry vines cling to 

 the rocky shelves beside it. The sun is shut 

 from the brook by the tall green pillars of 

 ten thousand pines. No tongue can tell, nor 

 painter prove, how surpassingly beautiful are 



"The hills, rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; 

 The vales, stretching in pensive quietness between." 



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