HUMANITY.
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The golden light that to thy brow, The poet's crown hath given,Brightening all thy peaceful ways, Shall brighter shine in Heaven.For in the paths of Truth and Right, Long have thy pure feet trod,One creed thy faithful pen upheld, "Humanity and God."
HUMANITY.
Oh! beauteous sunset, purple-fringed Thine airy mountains lie,Thy golden splendors touch with awe, The rapt beholder's eye.But all thy tinted beauty's glow, Thy castled spires of airy grace,Unto the artist eye grow dim, Beside a lovely human face.
Oh! lovely lake, thy silver sheen, In sunbright glory shines,Mirrowing the heaven in thy face, When waxen lilies bloom.
