A MORNING WALK IN JUNE.
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How beautiful this morning is! how calm!
All nature smiles serenely, free from care;
The zephyrs dip their wings in wells of balm,
And waft their fragrance through the ambient air.
The earth how green, the heavens, O, how fair!
A glorious frame, around a gem made bright
With His own smile whose eye is everywhere;
Open thy heart, man! and let its light
Pierce through the misty gloom that shrouds thy soul in night!
All nature smiles serenely, free from care;
The zephyrs dip their wings in wells of balm,
And waft their fragrance through the ambient air.
The earth how green, the heavens, O, how fair!
A glorious frame, around a gem made bright
With His own smile whose eye is everywhere;
Open thy heart, man! and let its light
Pierce through the misty gloom that shrouds thy soul in night!
