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STANZAS.
O! who that has an eye to see,—
A heart to feel,—a tongue to bless;—
Can ever undelighted be
By Nature's magic loveliness?
A heart to feel,—a tongue to bless;—
Can ever undelighted be
By Nature's magic loveliness?
The bright sun's animating beams,—
The pale moon's mild and pensive ray;
The living freshness of the streams;
The glories of a new-born day:—
The pale moon's mild and pensive ray;
The living freshness of the streams;
The glories of a new-born day:—
The foliage of o'ershadowing trees,
Earth's verdant mossiness beneath;
The balmy odours of the breeze;
The silence of the lonely heath:
Earth's verdant mossiness beneath;
The balmy odours of the breeze;
The silence of the lonely heath:
The matchless melody that swells
Upon the lonely loiterer's ear,—
From hum of bees in fox-glove bells,—
Or sky-lark's song in loftier sphere,—
Upon the lonely loiterer's ear,—
From hum of bees in fox-glove bells,—
Or sky-lark's song in loftier sphere,—
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To those more solemn sounds that wake
The deeper chords of harmony,
Where Ocean's restless billows make
Wild music everlastingly!
The deeper chords of harmony,
Where Ocean's restless billows make
Wild music everlastingly!
Such Nature's charms! O why should vice
Unwisely, impiously destroy them!
Even this world were Paradise,
Would Man but virtuously enjoy them!
Unwisely, impiously destroy them!
Even this world were Paradise,
Would Man but virtuously enjoy them!
Poems by Bernard Barton | ||