On Bala Hill

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Title:     On Bala Hill
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

With many a weary step at length I gain
Thy summit, Bala! and the cool breeze plays
Cheerily round my brow--as hence the gaze
Returns to dwell upon the journey'd plain.

'Twas a long way and tedious!--to the eye
Tho' fair th' extended Vale, and fair to view
The falling leaves of many a faded hue
That eddy in the wild gust moaning by!

Ev'n so it far'd with Life! in discontent
Restless thro' Fortune's mingled scenes I went,
Yet wept to think they would return no more!
O cease fond heart! in such sad thoughts to roam,
For surely thou ere long shalt reach thy home,
And pleasant is the way that lies before.

1794.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: On Bala Hill

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