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To one who has been long in city pent, / 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair / And open face of heaven, -- to breathe a prayer / Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Who is more happy, when, with hearts content, / Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair / Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair / And gentle tale of love and languishment?
Returning home at evening, with an ear / Catching the notes of Philomel, -- an eye / Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, / He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
E'en like the passage of an angel's tear / That falls through the clear ether silently.