You offer now, dreams, my gloom to appease,
And the years of my youth again to disclose;
So I thank you, O storm, and heaven-born breeze,
That you knew of the hour my wild flight to ease,
To cast me back down to the soil whence I rose.
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By the spreading beach where the sands are soft and fine,
At the foot of the mount in the pleasant grove’s confine,
I have found a home in its mantle of green,
In the shady woods, that peace and calmness divine,