Poems of Nature (Whittier)/Illustration 1

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The Gateway to the White Mountains.

And northward, leaving at my backThe warm vale of the Merrimac,I go to meet the winds of morn,Blown down the hill-gaps, mountain-born,Breathe scent of pines, and satisfyThe hunger of a lowland eye.A summer Pilgrimage. 
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