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But sweeter 'tis by Cynthia's ray,
To wander on the sea-beat shore,
When all the noisy hum of day
Is hush'd, and winds forget to roar.
Then does the meditative mind
Look up with faith's awaken'd eye,
And, all her earth-born thoughts resign'd,
Holds converse with the Deity;
And the rapt spirit longs at once to soar,
Where pain and grief can never wound it more.
To wander on the sea-beat shore,
When all the noisy hum of day
Is hush'd, and winds forget to roar.
Then does the meditative mind
Look up with faith's awaken'd eye,
And, all her earth-born thoughts resign'd,
Holds converse with the Deity;
And the rapt spirit longs at once to soar,
Where pain and grief can never wound it more.
WRITTENTO AN AMIABLE QUAKERESS ON HER REQUESTING ME TO WRITE A FEW LINES IN HER ALBUM.
Say, dost thou wish, my worthy Friend,
I for thy book should write?
I for thy book should write?
