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PROSE AND SONG by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844)

First Line: I LOOKED UPON A PLAIN OF GREEN
Last Line: THE FAIR GREEN PLAIN'S AMENITIES.
I LOOK'D upon a plain of green,
That some one call'd the land of prose,
Where many living things were seen,
In movement or repose.

I look'd upon a stately hill
That well was named the mount of song,
Where golden shadows dwelt at will
The woods and streams among.

But most this fact my wonder bred,
Though known by all the nobly wise, --
It was the mountain streams that fed
The fair green plain's amenities.



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