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There are not in the world lands more prosperous and happy than Toldees, Mondath, Arizim. THERE ARE NOT IN THE WORLD LANDS MORE PROSPEROUS AND HAPPY THAN TOLD EES MANDAT A REASO
heart knoweth which tread he hath. And in the sunlit spaces of the weald and in the wold's dark places, afar from the music of cities and from the dance of the cities afar, they make there the music of the country places and dance the country dance. Amiable, near and friendly appears to these men the sun, and as he is genial to them and tends their younger vines, so they are kind to the little woodland things and any rumour of the fairies or old legend. And when the light of some little distant city makes a slight flush upon the edge of the sky, and the happy golden windows of the homesteads stare gleaming into the dark, then the old and holy figure of Romance, cloaked even to the face, comes down out of hilly woodlands and bids dark shadows to rise and dance, and sends the forest creatures forth to prowl, and lights in a moment in her bower of grass the little glowworm's lamp, and brings a hush down over the grey lands, and out of it rises faintly on far-off hills the voice of a lute. H MAN IN HIS OWN HEART KNOWETH WHICH TREAD HE HATH AND IN THE SUNLIT SPACES OF THE WIELD AND IN THE WORLD'S DARK PLACES AFAR FROM THE MUSIC OF CITIES AND FROM THE DANCE OF THE CITIES AFAR THEY MAKE THERE THE MUSIC OF THE COUNTRY PLACES AND DANCE THE COUNTRY DANCE AMIABLE NEAR AND FRIENDLY APPEARS TO THESE MEN THE SUN AND HE IS AS GENIAL TO THEM AND TENDS THEIR YOUNGER VINES SO THEY ARE KIND TO THE LITTLE WOODLAND THINGS AND ANY RUMOR OF THE FAIRIES OR OLD LEGEND AND WHEN THE LIGHT OF SOME LITTLE DISTANT CITY MAKES A SLIGHT FLUSH UPON THE EDGE OF THE SKY AND THE HAPPY GOLDEN WINDOWS OF THE HOMESTEAD STAIR GLEAMING INTO THE DARK THEN THE OLD AND HOLY FIGURE OF ROMANCE CLOAKED EVEN TO THE FACE COMES DOWN OUT OF HILLY WOODLANDS AND BIDS DARK SHADOWS TO RISE AND DANCE AND SENDS THE FOREST CREATURES FORTH TO PROWL AND LIGHTS IN A MOMENT IN HER BOWER OF GRASS THE LITTLE GLOW WORM'S LAMP AND BRINGS A HUSH DOWN OVER THE GREY LANDS AND OUT OF IT RISES FAINTLY ON FAR OFF HILLS THE VOICE OF A LUTE
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