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The world of dew is, yes,a world of dew,but even so

See how the Orient Dew,
Shed from the Bosom of the
Into the blowing Roses,
Yet careless of its Mansion new;

A splendid place is London, with golden store,
For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore;
But mournful are its streets to me,
I tell you true,

Moving through the dew, moving through the dew,
Ere I waken in the city—Life, thy dawn makes all things new
And up a fir-clad glen, far from all the haunts of men,
Up a glen among the mountains, oh my feet are wings again