_I step across the mystic border-land,_ _And look upon the wonder-world of Art._ _How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!_ _And all its valleys, how surpassing fair!_ _The winding paths that lead up to the heights_ _Are polished by the footsteps of the great._ _The mountain-peaks stand very near to God:_ _The chosen few whose feet have trod thereon_ _Have talked with Him, and with the angels walked._…
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