Who thought to fill a space
With this worldly place
High grassed, gently lapping
Sat; sat by, napping;
But of rock, o'ershadowed
Snows' melt, uncapping
Had set about, paternally
Through what, maternally
In Earth's care, souls wounded
Was planned for, ahead.
Canyon-clear, by whose plea
Soft-winded, now led.
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