poems.
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THOUGHTS IN SOLITUDE.
Spring's earliest rosy light with blushing beam
Pours glorious lustre o'er the calm blue sky,
And the wild flowers arise as the fair stream
Swift from its icy bonds again sweeps by.
Now light beams softly, nature speaks, and joy
Bestows the bloom of life, and whispers rest;
And gentle dreams my lonely hours employ.
Shall man still mourn when all around is blest?
Pours glorious lustre o'er the calm blue sky,
And the wild flowers arise as the fair stream
Swift from its icy bonds again sweeps by.
Now light beams softly, nature speaks, and joy
Bestows the bloom of life, and whispers rest;
And gentle dreams my lonely hours employ.
Shall man still mourn when all around is blest?
To winter's blast, to summer's earliest sighs,
To silent plain, or streamlets' varied songs,
To the deep thunder, or unclouded skies,
To nature's glorious music, power belongs,
To wake the mind, to call the wand'ring heart
To solemn thoughts of its own destiny;
And ever may its heaven-born voice impart
A hope to cheer us to our home on high!
To silent plain, or streamlets' varied songs,
To the deep thunder, or unclouded skies,
To nature's glorious music, power belongs,
To wake the mind, to call the wand'ring heart
To solemn thoughts of its own destiny;
And ever may its heaven-born voice impart
A hope to cheer us to our home on high!
LINES WRITTEN ON THE SHORE AT ALBURGH.
Sweet stream, how thy pure waters rest
Beneath the morning's cheerful light!
The stormy waves with peace are blest,
And fled the gloomy hours of night.
So may the light of peace divine
On me in beams of mercy shine!
Beneath the morning's cheerful light!
The stormy waves with peace are blest,
And fled the gloomy hours of night.
So may the light of peace divine
On me in beams of mercy shine!
