Bring back the fragrance of “transplanted flowers,”
And give delight unmix’d with earth’s alloy;
So feels the wand’rer, who, with trembling joy,
The breeze from home inhales!
The pilgrim, parch’d with thirst,
Who hears of Heaven’s pure, immortal streams,
Sees, with a vision bright, in all his dreams,
The river flowing near the throne of God;
So joys the traveler, fainting on the road,
To see the fountain burst!