Harmony
| Location | United States |
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| Introduction | All through the dragging day, sharp underfoot, And hot, and like dead mist the dry dust hangs But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold. |