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    "ocrText": "52\nTHE GREAT STONE FACE.\nwere the sage thoughts in his mind; his wrinkles and\nfurrows were inscriptions that Time had graved, and in\nwhich he had written legends of wisdom that had been\ntested by the tenor of a life. And Ernest had ceased to\nbe obscure. Unsought for, undesired, had come the fame\nwhich SO many seek, and made him known in the great\nworld, beyond the limits of the valley in which he had\ndwelt SO quietly. College professors, and even the active\nmen of cities, came from far to see and converse with\nErnest; for the report had gone abroad that this simple\nhusbandman had ideas unlike those of other men, not\ngained from books, but of a higher tone, - a tranquil\nand familiar majesty, as if he had been talking with the\nangels as his daily friends. Whether it were sage,\nstatesman, or philanthropist, Ernest received these visit-\nors with the gentle sincerity that had characterized him\nfrom boyhood, and spoke freely with them of whatever\ncame uppermost, or lay deepest in his heart or their own.\nWhile they talked together, his face would kindle, un-\nawares, and shine upon them, as with a mild evening\nlight. Pensive with the fulness of such discourse, his\nguests took leave and went their way; and passing up\nthe valley, paused to look at the Great Stone Face, im-\nagining that they had seen its likeness in a human coun-\ntenance, but could not remember where.\nWhile Ernest had been growing up and growing old,\na bountiful Providence had granted a new poet to this\nearth. He, likewise, was a native of the valley, but had\nspent the greater part of his life at a distance from that\nromantic region, pouring out his sweet music amid the\nbustle and din of cities. Often, however, did the moun-\ntains which had been familiar to him in his childhood\nlift their snowy peaks into the clear atmosphere of his\npoetry. Neither was the Great Stone Face forgotten,"
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