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The crooked paths go every way Upon the hill — they wind about Through the heather in and out Of the quiet sunniness
And there the goats, day after day, Stray in sunny quietness,
Cropping here and cropping there, As they pause and turn a...

There was a verdant pasture
Whose land was the very picture of
How can the beauty of that elegance be
Brooks of sparkling water were running on every