"To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New&quot


As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty,
Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him
Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging.
So for a moment I stand, my feet planted firm in the present,
Eagerly scanning the future which is so soon to possess me.


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"To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New&quot