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a remonstrance.
And though 'twould scarce—a boat so weak,
The sin-weigh'd soul, sustain,
A father's spirit cannot seek
His only child in vain!
The sin-weigh'd soul, sustain,
A father's spirit cannot seek
His only child in vain!
A REMONSTRANCE.
written at the catskill moutain house.
What, here! where the soul feels an angel's elation,
Where the balm of the breeze is worth all the world's wealth!
Oh ! profane not the place by so low a libation,
While pure from the rock springs the fountain of health!
Where the balm of the breeze is worth all the world's wealth!
Oh ! profane not the place by so low a libation,
While pure from the rock springs the fountain of health!
What, here! where the wood-bird its warble subduing,
Keeps holy our Sabbath with music and love,
And Earth, her wild blossoms forever renewing,
Sends up, in their perfume, her praises above!
Keeps holy our Sabbath with music and love,
And Earth, her wild blossoms forever renewing,
Sends up, in their perfume, her praises above!
