CALM on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!
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SOFT falls the mild, reviving shower
From April's changeful skies,
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The sun comes forth; each mountain height
Glows with a tinge of rosy light,
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GO! trace th' unnumbered streams, o'er earth
That wind their devious course,
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NO cloud obscures the summer sky,
The moon in brightness walks on high,
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HE that in venturous barks hath been
A wanderer on the deep,
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In Genoa, when the sunset gave
Its last warm purple to the wave,
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DEEP, fiery clouds o'ercast the sky,
Dead stillness reigns in air,
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TRIBES of the air! whose favored race
May wander through the realms of space,
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THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn
Hang tremulous on flower and thorn,
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WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hour
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,
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WHEN the soft breath of Spring goes forth
Far o'er the mountains of the North,
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THOU wak'st from happy sleep to play
With bounding heart, my boy!
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Where sucks the bee now? Summer is flying;
Leaves on the grass-plot faded are lying;
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OH! blest art thou, whose steps may rove
Through the green paths of vale and grove,
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\And is not love in vain,
Torture enough without a living tomb?\
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It was the time when children bound to meet
Their father's homeward step from field or hill,
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ONE dream of passion and of beauty more!
And in its bright fulfillment let me pour
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Dark lowers our fate,
And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;
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We have the myrtle's breath around us here,
Amidst the fallen pillars; this hath been
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The night-wind shook the tapestry round an ancient palace-room,
And torches, as it rose and fell, waved thro' the gorgeous gloom,
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What deep wounds ever clos'd without a scar?
The heart's bleed longest, and but heal to wear
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DOWN a broad river of the western wilds,
Piercing thick forest glooms, a light canoe
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ALONG the star-lit Seine went music swelling,
Till the air thrill'd with its exulting mirth;
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Eagle! this is not thy sphere!
Warrior-bird, what seek'st thou here?
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My father's house once more,
In its own moonlight beauty! yet around,
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The voices of my home!--I hear them still!
They have been with me through the dreamy night--
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Fear was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud;
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O thou breeze of spring!
Gladdening sea and shore,
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Now autumn strews on every plain,
His mellow fruits and fertile grain;
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