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STANZAS.
I have seen the merry Spring steal nigh,
And my soul has leap'd to meet
The rainbow clouds that flitted on high,
The daisy that kiss'd my feet:

I have watch'd the slowly-gathering gloom
Of mournful Autumn throw
Its pensive shade on the dying bloom,
Like sorrow on beauty's brow:

And though I have garner'd little of light
From Learning's glorious store,
These, these have taught God's mercy and might;
And who can teach me more?

My spirit has glow'd, the rapt, the blest;
Flush'd with the fervent zeal
That may gush from the eyes and burn in the breast;
But the weak lips ne'er reveal.

The giant rock, the lowliest flower
Can lead to Him above,
And bid me worship the hand of power,
Of mystery and love.

Does my heart grow proud? I need but turn
To Nature, and confess
A Maker's greatness—shrink and learn
My own unworthiness.

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