HUMANITY’s POWER.
How delightful the season of May,
When zephyrs come sailing along!
The meadows how cheerful and gay!
How sweet is the Nightingale’s song!
The grove fragrant odours exhale
When refresh’d by the still drooping show’r,
And sweet is the eglantine gale,
But sweeter Humanity’s Power.
When Summer, refulgent array’d,
Darts fiercely his vertical beam,
How welcome the tremulous shade!
How refreshing the chrystaline stream!
The breezes soft transports bestow,
As they glide o’er the jessamine flower,
But more grateful the plasures which flow,
From gentle Humanity’s Power.
What can charm like Autumn’s bright ray,
When the fields their rich treasures resign?
Or what greater beauty display
Than the smooth polish’d fruit of the vine?
Is there ought like the morning can please?
Or the smile of the sun setting hour?
Yes, far more engaging than these,
Are the beams of Humanity’s Power.
More mild than the calm vernal scene,
More grateful than Summer retreats;
More engaging than Autumn serene,
When nature her promise completes:
More gentle than zephyrs soft wind,
And more sweet than the jessamine flow’r,
Are the joys of the tranquiliz’d mind,
Which glows with Humanity’s Power.