That clothed the lilies of the field, and twined

The simple diadem of buds and leaves,

So rich in their diversity of shade,

Round Nature's brow,—and o'er the rugged hills

Cast the light floating veil of purple haze,

Which harmonizes to its own soft hue

The broken precipice and barren heath.

Here admiration may have ample scope:

The spirit soaring upward drinks in light

From other worlds, and in the choral song

Of happy birds among the forest bowers,

Hears the seraphic and harmonious strains

That angels chant around the eternal throne!—

To him there is an anthem in the breeze,

A burst of triumph in the thunder's peal,

Which, slowly rolling through the troubled air,

Strikes man with terror, and yet praises God!—

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O'er Fancy's glass another shadow flits,

Which shows a bolder aspect than the gay

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