All loving hearts shall echo and prolong.

POET.

O Earth, and Sky, and Flowers, and Streams agushing,

God made ye beautiful to make us blest:

O bright-winged Songsters through the blue air rushing;

O murmuring Tree-tops, by the winds carest;

O Waves of Ocean, Ripples of the River,

O Dew and Fragrance, Sunlight, and Starbeam,

O blessed summer-sounds that round me quiver,

Delights impassable that round me teem--