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Now glory walks abroad,

And on the quiet unassuming stream,

And on the rock-ribbed hills, gently its beam

All lovely is bestowed.

The daizy-footed day,

O'er the far mead, in virgin radiance comes,

While the bee, jubilant, its welcome hums,

And passes on its way.

The lily, in its bloom,

Of the lone valley, where the breezes sing

Of love, beside the violet-crested spring,

And heather-bell's perfume:

And beauty, without guile,

It pictures dreams of in the bounding breast,

And love-breathed vows, and unions that are blest,

And childhood's fairy smile:

The mountain's verdant side,

Where visioned poesy delights to show

The sights of Heaven to gentle minds below:

The heath-bank in its pride:

The broken branch, grass-hid,

On which the goat-herd leans, while, far aloof,

His bounding charge rest th' adventurous hoof

Where man's foot dare not tread:

The cushat in the wood,

Where the laburnum and the lilac grow;

The placid rill, wandering away below,

As one for earth too good:

The dim-seen paths remote,

That lead to lone retreats and leafy cells,

Where, like a bashful fay, the fancy dwells,

And many-imaged thought:

The vintage and its cheer,

The peasant, sun-embrown'd, and flow'r-deck'd maid,

The festooned village, music in the shade,

To charm th' expectant ear:

The flow'ret in the wild,

The mossy resting place, 'neath oaks antique:

The half-grassed foot-track worldlings do not seek,

Where poets are beguiled:

The foam-bell on the wave;

The full-sailed vessel on its homeward track;

The smile that lights the sorrowing sinner back:

The primrose on a grave!

The berry's purple shine,

Grape-like and lustrous, scattered 'mid the waste:

The sprinkled heath-flower, healthful, golden-paced:

The patriarchal pine:

The memories of all

Telling of pleasures rare, and jocund ease,

In deep-toned joyousness, yea, more than these,

The sunbeam does recall:

The hope of life above;

Rich buds of promise springing everywhere;

The grace-blest gifts that come without our care,

From all-providing Love!