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24 7HE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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The gay translucent morning
Lies glittering on the sea, The noonday sprinkles shadows
Athwart the daisied lea; The round sun's falling scarlet rim
In vapour hideth he; The darkling hours are cool and dim
As vernal night should be.
Our Earth has not grown aged,
With all her countless years; She works, and never wearies,
Is glad and nothing fears: The glow of air, broad land and wave,
In season reappears; And shall, when slumber in the grave
These human smiles and tears.
Oh, rich in songs and colors,
Thou joy-reviving Spring ! Some hopes are chill'd with winter
Whose term thou canst not bring, Some voices answer not thy call
When sky and woodland ring, Some faces come not back at all
With primrose-blossoming.
The distant flying swallow
The upward-yearning seed, Find Nature's promise faithful,
Attain their humble meed. Great Parent! thou hast also form'd
These hearts which throb and bleed ; With love, truth, hope, their life hast warm'd,
And what is best, decreed. |
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