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The rolling hills adorned with heath,
And darkling groves of leaves and brush;
In swift leaps and in frothy rush
White water falls to mires beneath.
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Abandoned for long lies the kings' fort in ruin,
Covered in grass now the places of Men.
And strongly and wild grow the fir and the pine,
The wilderness claiming its own right again.
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Lay down your sword now and take off your helm,
Rest in the grass by the water and stones.
See now what your fighting protects in the south
And take your reward from the water's glad tones.
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