Fair as the Day!—a genial day serene
Of early Summer, when the living air
Seems God’s own breath, and Flowers with bosoms bare
To the warm light, look smiling forth, between
The heapy folds of Nature’s mantle green,
As listening to the mingled gladness there
Of Birds and Brooks—even so serenely fair,
And of delight profuse, is my heart’s Queen!
My Spirit in the sunshine of her Grace
Glows with intenser being, and my veins
Fill as with nectar!—In your pride of place,
Ye Mighty, boast! Ye Rich, heap gold apace!
I envy nor your grandeur nor your gains,
Thus looking loved and loving in Her face!
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