nature.
But Nature, with smiles that are sweet and alluring,
Can give to such darkness the prescience of day.
Can give to such darkness the prescience of day.
Oh! soft o'er the spirit comes Nature's own beauty,
No feeling on earth bears the same calming power:
Like a conscience ab rest—a bright soul in its duty,
So tranquil the presence of fancy's fond hour.
No feeling on earth bears the same calming power:
Like a conscience ab rest—a bright soul in its duty,
So tranquil the presence of fancy's fond hour.
It is not to all that this spirit is given—
This worship of things that are lovely and good;
But, oh! my heart tells me this bright beam of Heaven
Is mine, midst the darkness of earth's solitude.
This worship of things that are lovely and good;
But, oh! my heart tells me this bright beam of Heaven
Is mine, midst the darkness of earth's solitude.
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