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(Recited while on the tour through New York, 1843)
The deep blue sky, serenely light, / On which your eyes with rapture gaze; / Where stars unveil their mellow bright, / And God his wondrous power displays;
The gushing fount, whose glassy breast, / Reflects the parting hues of day, / Nature in robes of verdure drest, / The opening buds, the flowerets gay;
The lofty hills, the greenwood bowers- / Though fair these rural scenes appear, / On them to gaze must ne'er be ours: / These orbs, alas! they cannot cheer.
But, yet, instruction's nobler light, / Sheds on our mental eye its ray; / We hail its beams with new delight, / And bid each gloomy thought away.
To us the Lord kind friends has given, / Whose names we ever shall revere, / Recorded in the book of heaven, / Shall their munificence appear.
But, while our sunny moments fly, / Unsullied by a shade of care, / For those, like us bereft, we sigh, / And wish they, too, our joys might share.
1843