And, as it glides along,
Gives freshness to the day and pranks
With ever changing flowers its mossy banks.
The whisper of the balmy breeze
Scatters a thousand sweets around,
And sweeps in music through the trees
With an enchanting sound
That laps the soul in calm delight
Where crowns and kingdoms are forgotten quite.
The poem, The Starry Sky,[[18]] is full of lofty enthusiasm for Nature and piety: