a remonstrance.
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Where the skies seem to bend, in their luminous beauty,
So loving and low o'er the green mountain-sod,
That the spirit, attuned to devotion and duty,
Sees Nature embracing her Father and God!
So loving and low o'er the green mountain-sod,
That the spirit, attuned to devotion and duty,
Sees Nature embracing her Father and God!
No temple can match, with a glory so solemn,
The forest-cathedral that rises around;
The pine's stately shaft, for the fair marble column,
All vein'd with the sunlight, and gracefully crown'd;
The forest-cathedral that rises around;
The pine's stately shaft, for the fair marble column,
All vein'd with the sunlight, and gracefully crown'd;
Its dome—the unlimited arch, glowing o'er us;
Its censer—yon budding spray, swung by the breeze;
Its music—the hymn of the fountain before us;
Its light—Heaven's smile—stealing soft through the trees:
Its censer—yon budding spray, swung by the breeze;
Its music—the hymn of the fountain before us;
Its light—Heaven's smile—stealing soft through the trees:
And oh! the bright treasures around and below us,
The buds of the wild mountain-laurel, behold!
So perfect, so gem-like! where, where will you show us
A richer mosaic in temple of old?
The buds of the wild mountain-laurel, behold!
So perfect, so gem-like! where, where will you show us
A richer mosaic in temple of old?
