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a tribute to gratitude.
In the hearts of its children 'tis summer forever—
The summer of love and joy:—"Know ye the land?"
The summer of love and joy:—"Know ye the land?"
Where the gifted are met with a sympathy glowing
As that which a diamond yields to the light,
When it sends back the smile of the sunbeam, bestowing
New brilliance and bloom on the messenger bright?
As that which a diamond yields to the light,
When it sends back the smile of the sunbeam, bestowing
New brilliance and bloom on the messenger bright?
That land,—in the eyes in the souls of whose daughters
Sleep all the rich glory and fire of its skies,
Subdued, as when far in the depth of the waters,
To Heaven its own soften'd image replies?
Sleep all the rich glory and fire of its skies,
Subdued, as when far in the depth of the waters,
To Heaven its own soften'd image replies?
There the bird, on whose bosom a rainbow is changing—
The Nonpareil—plays its soft plumage of blue;
And Beauty,—as matchless,—'mid rare blossoms ranging,
Beams, blushes, and warbles,—a Nonpareil too!
The Nonpareil—plays its soft plumage of blue;
And Beauty,—as matchless,—'mid rare blossoms ranging,
Beams, blushes, and warbles,—a Nonpareil too!
