Nature

Nature

The fair smile of morning,

The glory of noon,

The bright stars, adorning

The path of the moon;

The mist covered mountain,

The valley and plain,

The lake and the fountain,

The river and main -

Their magic combining,

Illume and control,

The care and repining

That darken the soul.

The timid spring stealing

Through light and perfume;

The summer's revealing

Of beauty and bloom;

The rich autumn, glowing,

With fruit-treasures crown'd;

The pale winter, throwing

His snow wreaths around:

All widely diffusing

A charm on the earth,

Wake loftier musings,

And lovelier mirth.

There is not a sorrow

That hath not a balm

From nature to borrow,

In tempest or calm;

There is not a season,

There is not a scene,

But fancy and reason

May gaze on serene,

And own its possessing

A zest for the glad,

A solace and blessing

To comfort the sad!

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1:41, p. 4

1837.10.14