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RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. |
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XXI. RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.
How pleasant, after days of pain,
And nights retreating slow,
To feel the genial air again
Breathe freshly on the brow!
How sweet to leave the darkened room
For open earth and sky,
And feel the sunlight and the bloom
Revive the languid eye!
And nights retreating slow,
To feel the genial air again
Breathe freshly on the brow!
How sweet to leave the darkened room
For open earth and sky,
And feel the sunlight and the bloom
Revive the languid eye!
With lovelier tints each little flower
That stars the hedge is clad,
And every bird has sweeter power
To make the spirit glad.
Our pulses beat to Nature's chime,—
We see the golden glow
That was about us in the time
Of childhood, long ago.
That stars the hedge is clad,
And every bird has sweeter power
To make the spirit glad.
Our pulses beat to Nature's chime,—
We see the golden glow
That was about us in the time
Of childhood, long ago.
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Joy comes in trances like the wind,—
And in the after-calm,
The heart interprets to the mind
Creation's choral psalm;
We hear it, and we swell the song
With love's harmonious breath,—
Adoring Him to whom belong
The issues out of death.
And in the after-calm,
The heart interprets to the mind
Creation's choral psalm;
We hear it, and we swell the song
With love's harmonious breath,—
Adoring Him to whom belong
The issues out of death.
More fervent thoughts the spirit thrill,
When words are sealed or slow;
The current of its bliss is still,
But deep and swift of flow:
For solemn is the joy that springs
From undeservèd good,
And holy meekness ever clings
To holy gratitude.
When words are sealed or slow;
The current of its bliss is still,
But deep and swift of flow:
For solemn is the joy that springs
From undeservèd good,
And holy meekness ever clings
To holy gratitude.
Oh, if to sick and weary hearts
Such joy on earth be given,
What is it when the saint departs
To breathe the air of Heaven!
When from Earth's narrowness and gloom
Gone out, with dazzled eyes
He stands within its light and bloom,—
The heir of Paradise!
Such joy on earth be given,
What is it when the saint departs
To breathe the air of Heaven!
When from Earth's narrowness and gloom
Gone out, with dazzled eyes
He stands within its light and bloom,—
The heir of Paradise!
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