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At summer eve, when heaven's aerial
Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below,
Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye,
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky?
Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint
More sweet than all the landscape smiling near? —'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Thomas Campbell
Thomas Campbell (27 July 1777 – 15 June 1844) was a Scottish poet. He was a founder and the first President of the Clarence Club and a co-founde
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