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clad mountains watch over all. When the cuckoo 
pours forth his “sovereign cry” amid such surroundings, 
one feels that it is good to live and that there is no song 
equal to that of the cuckoo; but perhaps the truth 
of the matter is contained in the lines— 
“Not in thy double note the magic lies, 
But in the fields and woods, the streams and skies.” 
