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I stand upon this plot of hallowed ground,

And greet once more the soul-inspiring view;

With utmost pleasure, gratitude profound,

Old thoughts, old memories, old hopes renew.

The years have sped, but memory recalls

Pleasant sensations of the bygone days;

The breadth of sky, the music of the falls,

At night, the wondrous heavenly displays.

How fair the moon! How bright the myriad stars!

To pale and fade before Aurora's gleams;

No sombre memory the picture mars;

The happy days recur like haunting dreams.

Each Spring the robin found his favorite tree,

The oriole and waxwing chose with skill

A sheltered spot, where, each in his degree

Prepared a nest, its instinct to fulfil.

Our hearts expand, our eyes fresh visions see

Of all the wonders of the universe;

A deeper sense of man's divinity,

And kinship with all things that bear "the curse."

We suffer lack with every living thing,

Drink in refreshment with the parchéd sod;

A loving Father marks the broken wing;

In reverence, we bow to Nature's God.