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A. B.
[Through what sweet paths of Nature, wert thou drawn]
Through what sweet paths of Nature, wert thou drawn,
That so meek Wisdom best might come to thee,
Bringing her gifts divine, her treasures free,
With lights to lead thee, through Life's early dawn!
That so meek Wisdom best might come to thee,
Bringing her gifts divine, her treasures free,
With lights to lead thee, through Life's early dawn!
Earth has no flowers that bloom'd not to thy tread;
The melodies of birds from bough to bough,
Aërial music—louder heard, and now
As gently following, where the echoes led.
The melodies of birds from bough to bough,
Aërial music—louder heard, and now
As gently following, where the echoes led.
And thus the world of beauty round thee rose,
And from afar the viewless Spirits came,
Filling each sense with that diviner flame
Of inward life, that still increasing flows.
And from afar the viewless Spirits came,
Filling each sense with that diviner flame
Of inward life, that still increasing flows.
The vernal clouds, the motions of the sea,—
The trembling lustre of the stars were thine;
Soft fall of waters heard at eve's decline,
And sounds remote of winds, that wander free.
The trembling lustre of the stars were thine;
Soft fall of waters heard at eve's decline,
And sounds remote of winds, that wander free.
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Nor less the Seasons in mysterious change,
Rose to thy view; young Spring his leafy crown
Wore with a smile of pride, or Autumn brown,
Among his tawny forests lov'd to range.
Rose to thy view; young Spring his leafy crown
Wore with a smile of pride, or Autumn brown,
Among his tawny forests lov'd to range.
Such were thy gentle teachers—round thee so,
Link'd in their bands harmonious, would they move;
While clad in all his roseate colours, Love
Gave to Life's golden morn a brighter glow.
Link'd in their bands harmonious, would they move;
While clad in all his roseate colours, Love
Gave to Life's golden morn a brighter glow.
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