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Like a flash of meteor light,
Strangely gladdening and bright,
Is the youngest of the band,
Making every heart expand.
Strangely gladdening and bright,
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Making every heart expand.
Like a petrel on the wave,
What to her though tempests rave?
She will skim each foamy crest,
Making all around her blest.
What to her though tempests rave?
She will skim each foamy crest,
Making all around her blest.
Like a song-bird of the spring,
She is ever on the wing;
Carolling in blithest glee,
Like the wild breeze, fresh and free.
She is ever on the wing;
Carolling in blithest glee,
Like the wild breeze, fresh and free.
Like a beautiful gazelle
Bounding over hill and dell;
Like the scented hawthorn-flowers,
Ever scattering blossom-showers.
Bounding over hill and dell;
Like the scented hawthorn-flowers,
Ever scattering blossom-showers.
Can a star of light be found,
Shedding aught but light around?
Joy and gladness must be nigh,
Where her starry pinions fly.
Shedding aught but light around?
Joy and gladness must be nigh,
Where her starry pinions fly.
Clear and open as the day,
All may trust her glancing ray,
All must love its rainbow light:
Is she not a Diamond bright?
All may trust her glancing ray,
All must love its rainbow light:
Is she not a Diamond bright?
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