It’s like a hill I’m climbing

A heap – but not of slag

Church bells are nearby chiming

It’s steep but I don’t flag

It lifts me to its summit

All round the world looks well

My heart sings – what can dumb it?

I’ve such a tale to tell – 

Of love’s accumulation

It’s ground a mound so high

With wild exhilaration

I reach and touch the sky 

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