Mine eyes have ever seen;

For bright and cloudless was the sky,

And blue as any maiden's eye,

Where tears have seldom been.

It made my heart with pleasure beat;

A lightness seemed to raise my feet,

And bear them forth to roam,

Ere yet the morning meal was laid,

To ramble down a mossy glade

Some many miles from home.

Then climbed I up a dew-bathed steep,

Just on the other side to peep

And see what might be there.

By tangled branches grasped right close,

Above impediments I rose,

And, lo, a valley fair!

Where, 'midst the shade of drooping trees,

All quiv'ring in the morning breeze,

Appeared a glitt'ring stream,[Pg 6]

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