Reflections

In discontented mood I sought the hillsAt sunset, and looked down on busy millsBelching vile smoke, which in the valley laidAn inky blot on a fair scene displayed.

There stood one with me who was pleased to claimNothing lacked beauty. This idea to shameI said, "Work me a miracle to showThe good in that black blanket spread below."

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