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[Lord! to the rose thy light and air]
Lord! to the rose thy light and air
Impart the glory which they share;
To air's embrace her sweets she owes—
With morn's warm kiss her beauty glows.
Impart the glory which they share;
To air's embrace her sweets she owes—
With morn's warm kiss her beauty glows.
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Hark! how it floats the vale along!
'Tis music's voice! 'tis Nature's song!
It charms the woods, the rocks, the skies;
And, hark! how echo's soul replies!
'Tis music's voice! 'tis Nature's song!
It charms the woods, the rocks, the skies;
And, hark! how echo's soul replies!
The lone flower hears the skylark sing,
And trembles like his raptured wing;
But pays the song that cheer'd and bless'd,
With dewdrops, shed beside his nest.
And trembles like his raptured wing;
But pays the song that cheer'd and bless'd,
With dewdrops, shed beside his nest.
The wild bird bears the foodful seed
To farthest wilds, where birds would feed;
Lo! food springs up where hunger died,
And beauty clothes the desert wide!
To farthest wilds, where birds would feed;
Lo! food springs up where hunger died,
And beauty clothes the desert wide!
Streams trade with clouds, seas trade with heav'n,
Air trades with light, and is forgiv'n;
While man would make all climes his own,
But chain'd by man, laments alone.
Air trades with light, and is forgiv'n;
While man would make all climes his own,
But chain'd by man, laments alone.
Where torrid climes intensely glow,
Lo, trade buys gold with polar snow!
Then let Bordeaux hire Glasgow's loom,
And in our hearts Gaul's vintage bloom!
Lo, trade buys gold with polar snow!
Then let Bordeaux hire Glasgow's loom,
And in our hearts Gaul's vintage bloom!
Thy winds, O God! are free to blow;
Thy streams are free to chime and flow;
Thy clouds are free to roam the sky;
Let man be free his arts to ply!
Thy streams are free to chime and flow;
Thy clouds are free to roam the sky;
Let man be free his arts to ply!
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The fiends would chain the winds and sea,
Who famish men and libel Thee;
Lord! give us hope! O banish fear!
“From every face wipe every tear!”
Who famish men and libel Thee;
Lord! give us hope! O banish fear!
“From every face wipe every tear!”
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