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The earth displayed its robe of gorgeous hues,

And o'er the tufted violets softly stole

The downy pinions of the fragrant wind,

Which tuned the brook with music; there were clouds

O'er the blue heaven dispersed in various shapes,

And touch'd with most impassive light, whereon

The heart might dwell and dream of future bliss;

And as the sound of distant bells awaked

The echoes of the woods, they raised the thoughts

To worlds more bright and beautiful than ours!

The spring has waved her sunny wing

Upon the verdant earth,

And winds from distant, places bring

The festal tones of mirth;

The sky appears an azure field,

With clouds emblazoned like a shield.

A golden light has touched the woods,

And o'er the silent dell

A languid breathless quiet broods,

Scarce broken by the swell

Of streams that whisper through the air,

As if they were awaked to pray'r.

Survey the lovely scene around,

The river beams in gold,

Its rippling waves with song resound,

And rainbow light unfold,

And as the flow'rs unclose their eyes,

Their hue seems coloured by the skies.

The mould'ring church on yonder slope,

Perchance by heaven designed

To consecrate the heart with hope,

In ivy-wreaths is shrined:

Its rural tombs are green with age,

And types of earthly pilgrimage.

On this delightful vernal day,

In scenes so rich and fair,

The spirit feels a hallow'd ray

Kindling its essence there;

And Fancy haunts the mourner's urn,

"With thoughts that breathe, and words that burn."