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pausing waters; Arve, and his gates of Cluse, and his glacier fountains; Rhone, and the infinitude of his sapphire lake,-his peace beneath the narcissus meads of Vevay- his cruelty beneath the promontories of Sierre. And all that rose against and melted into the sky, of mountain and mountain snow; and all that living plain, burning with human gladness-studded with white homes,-a milky way of star-dwellings cast across its sunlit blue.

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