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VI E W'.
THE world has seen strange change ; yet here art thou
Mont Blanc, while reperations pass away;
On which the sun at eve imprints his ray;
There lingers yet the mild farewell of day. The blue lake sleeps below in tranquil sheen;
Nature's miracles I'll pray To Nature's Deity; how vast the scene! The loveliest works of God—the grandest too are seen!