And threw around a pleasing spell,

And threw around a pleasing spell,

 

For me, an artless child.

For me, an artless child.

 

 

The fragrant blossom peeping up,

The fragrant blossom peeping up,

 

From out the mossy sod,

From out the mossy sod,

 

Caused my young thoughts from earth to rise

Caused my young thoughts from earth to rise

 

And soar to nature's God.

And soar to nature's God.

 

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