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Song of Day in Yosemite Valley
Here, brother mortal, lies the path, like Beauty's arm, guiding thee into the Heaven afar!—
Alone I stray by the mountain walls that support the enameled mirror-sky,
Enfolding my free-born soul in the vice-purifying odors of the forest from an unknown corner of Paradise.
Art thirsty?—here rolls the snow-robed water for thy fulfillment;
Does dullness veil thee?—here a stone chamber invites thee into the world of dreams through an unseen door.
O return, brother mortal, from Samsara unto the great Valley!
Yea, the mighty Temple of the World, everlasting with the heaven and earth, welcomes thee!
Alone I stray by the mountain walls that support the enameled mirror-sky,
Enfolding my free-born soul in the vice-purifying odors of the forest from an unknown corner of Paradise.
Art thirsty?—here rolls the snow-robed water for thy fulfillment;
Does dullness veil thee?—here a stone chamber invites thee into the world of dreams through an unseen door.
O return, brother mortal, from Samsara unto the great Valley!
Yea, the mighty Temple of the World, everlasting with the heaven and earth, welcomes thee!
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