To hear the page of ancient lore rehearsed,
And catch the jewel-thoughts that fall from him
Who sits amid the learned a self-taught man.
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In the dun forest, far away from noise
Of traveled road, beneath the giant trees,
Whose branches form a lofty canopy
O’er a great circle cleared by willing hands,
Where the gray ash obstructs the serpent’s path,
The happy Christians pitch their tents of prayer.