English poem
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by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
"YE mountains, that forbid the day, Ye glens, that are the steps of night, How long amid you must I stray, Deserted, banished from God's sight, And castaway?
"Ye trees and flowers the Lord hath made, Ye beasts, to my good-will committed-- Although your trust hath been betrayed-- Not long ago ye would have pitied Your old comrade.
"Oh, nature, noblest when alone, Albeit I love your outward part; The nature that enthrals my heart Must be more like my own.