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TO READERS.
Dear reader! if my verse could say,
How in my blood thy Nature runs,
Which manifesteth no decay,
The fire that lights a thousand suns,
How Thou and I art freely lent,
A little of that element.
How in my blood thy Nature runs,
Which manifesteth no decay,
The fire that lights a thousand suns,
How Thou and I art freely lent,
A little of that element.
If I could say what landscape says,
And human pictures say far more,
If I could twine the sunny days
With the rich colors on the floor
Of daily Love, how thou and I
Might be refreshed with charity.
And human pictures say far more,
If I could twine the sunny days
With the rich colors on the floor
Of daily Love, how thou and I
Might be refreshed with charity.
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For grateful is the softened smile
Of Winter sunset o'er the snow,
And blessed is the spheral isle,
That through the unknown void must go
The current of the stream is sweet,
Where many waters closely meet.
Of Winter sunset o'er the snow,
And blessed is the spheral isle,
That through the unknown void must go
The current of the stream is sweet,
Where many waters closely meet.
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