$mnmtr's «bt.
Ct.E.U had the day been from the d&Wll,
All ohequer'd wM the sky,
Thin clouds, like sCI\rfs of cobweb la.wn,
V eil'd hea.ven'a moat glorious eye.The wind had no more strength than this,
Tbt leisurely it blew,
To make one leaf tbe next to kiss,
That closely by it grew.The flowers, like brave erubroider'd girlR,
Look 'd as they most desired,
To see whose h ead with orient pearls
Yost curiously was tyred.The rills tltat on the pebbles play'rl,
Might now be heard at will ;
This world the ouly mtlilic made,
Else every thing was still.And to itself the subtle air
Buch sov'reignty assumes,
That it received too lArge a share
From Nature's rich perfumes.'ht 45lnbtuss o! !{!dun.
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother, Nature, laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
.And gladne88 breathes from the blo88o:ming ground 7
There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the go88ip of sw~Uow~ through. all ~he sk7 ;
The ground•llqUllTel gatly chtrps by nul den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
The clonde are at play in the azure space,
And their shA.Clows at play on the bright green vale ;
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll on the easy gale.
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