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THE EARTH TO THE SUN.
Fair landscapes shall arise,
O’er which a sky of tenderest blue shall bend,
Where forest, hill, and vale, and stream shall blend
In beauty like a dream of Paradise.
O’er which a sky of tenderest blue shall bend,
Where forest, hill, and vale, and stream shall blend
In beauty like a dream of Paradise.
And in thy living beams
The flowers shall wake, and every dewy cup
Shall send the homage of its perfume up,
And give thy brightness back in rosy gleams.
The flowers shall wake, and every dewy cup
Shall send the homage of its perfume up,
And give thy brightness back in rosy gleams.
A full deep symphony,
The voice of streams, the air’s melodious sighs,
Songs from all living things shall mingling rise
In one eternal hymn of love to thee
The voice of streams, the air’s melodious sighs,
Songs from all living things shall mingling rise
In one eternal hymn of love to thee
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In vain, oh Earth, in vain;—
What heeds the Sun, if light or shadow rest
Upon the bosom in his smile so blest,
Or if thou perish in thine icy chain.
What heeds the Sun, if light or shadow rest
Upon the bosom in his smile so blest,
Or if thou perish in thine icy chain.
If from the shining host,
Like the lost Pleiad, thou wert stricken down,
He would not miss thee from his starry crown—
He would not mark one ray of brightness lost.
Like the lost Pleiad, thou wert stricken down,
He would not miss thee from his starry crown—
He would not mark one ray of brightness lost.
