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Composed upon westminster bridge,
September 3, 1802
Earth has not anything to show more
fair;
Dull would he be of soul who could
pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment,
wear
The beauty of the morning; silent,
bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres,
and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to th:
sky;
All bright and glittering in the
smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley,
rock, or hill,
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm
so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet
will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying
still!
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