MY LOST TREASURE.
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I looked, and all the gladsome earth was fair
On hill and plain,
While summer incense on the balmy air
Breathed hope again.
On hill and plain,
While summer incense on the balmy air
Breathed hope again.
I looked the fields were garlanded in green,
The woodlands rang
With flower-bells, and in the leafy screen
The wild birds sang;
Then as mine eyes, now clearer grown and strong,
Were slow uprisen,
Behold! the treasure I had lost so long
Was found,in Heaven!
The woodlands rang
With flower-bells, and in the leafy screen
The wild birds sang;
Then as mine eyes, now clearer grown and strong,
Were slow uprisen,
Behold! the treasure I had lost so long
Was found,in Heaven!
