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Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

Keep who will the city's alleys, Take the smooth-shorn plain, Give to us the cedarn valleys, Rocks and hills of Maine!

We are in the land of colour, of sweet odours; the balmy smells of nard and cassia are flung about the cedarn alleys where we walk.

Here, where all is falling into dimness and dissolution, and we walk in cedarn gloom, and the very air of heaven goes mouldering to the lungs, I cannot remain commonplace.

But what arrested our attention was a small flower-bed close to the cedarn pillars of the verandah.