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I do not see upon their regal summits those desirable mansions, and highly desirable residences, which have lately been built for gentlemen who would exchange customers for tenants. I DO NOT SEE UPON THEIR REGAL SUMMITS THOSE DESIRABLE MANSIONS AND HIGHLY DESIRABLE RESIDENCES WHICH HAVE LATELY BEEN BUILT FOR GENTLEMEN WHO WOULD EXCHANGE CUSTOMERS FOR TENANTS
nd one is in London still, then, at some moment or another, the country places lift their flowery heads and call to one with an urgent, masterful clearness, upland behind upland in the twilight like to some heavenly choir arising rank on rank to call a drunkard from his gambling-hell. No volume of traffic can drown the sound of it, no lure of London can weaken its appeal. Having heard it one's fancy is gone, and evermore departed, to some coloured pebble agleam in a rural brook, and all that London can offer is swept from one's mind like some suddenly smitten metropolitan Goliath. The call is from afar both in leagues and years, for the hills that call one are the hills that were, and their voices are the voices of long ago, when the elf-kings still had horns. I see them now, those hills of my infancy (for it is they that call), with their faces upturned to the purple twilight, and the faint diaphanous figures of the fairies peering out from under the bracken to see if evening is come. DOES EARLY IN CITIES AND ONE IS IN LONDON STILL THEN AT SOME MOMENT OR ANOTHER THE COUNTRY PLACES LIFT THEIR FLOWERY HEADS AND CALL TO ONE WITH AN URGENT MASTERFUL CLEARNESS UPLAND BEHIND UPLAND IN THE TWILIGHT LIKE TO SOME HEAVENLY CHOIR ARISING RANK ON RANK TO CALL A DRUNKARD FROM HIS GAMBLING HELL NO VOLUME OF TRAFFIC CAN DROWN THE SOUND OF IT NO LURE OF LONDON CAN WEAKEN ITS APPEAL HAVING HEARD IT ONE'S FANCY IS GONE AND EVERMORE DEPARTED TO SOME COLOURED PEBBLE AGLEAM IN A RURAL BROOK AND ALL THAT LONDON CAN OFFER IS SWEPT FROM ONE'S MIND LIKE SOME SUDDENLY SMITTEN METROPOLITAN GOLIATH THE CALL IS FROM AFAR BOTH IN LEAGUES AND YEARS FOR THE HILLS THAT CALL ONE ARE THE HILLS THAT WERE AND THEIR VOICES ARE THE VOICES OF LONG AGO WHEN THE ELF KINGS STILL HAD HORNS I SEE THEM NOW THOSE HILLS OF MY INFANCY FOR IT IS THEY THAT CALL WITH THEIR FACES UPTURNED TO THE PURPLE TWILIGHT AND THE FAINT DIAPHANOUS FIGURES OF THE FAIRIES PEERING OUT FROM UNDER THE BRACKEN TO SEE IF EVENING IS COME
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