Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. Over a height-of-land the trail Wanders down to an inland sea Where never a keel nor a mirrored sail Has ruffled its broad tranquillity, Save a golden shadow that fires the blue When I drift across in my birch canoe....…
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