His footsteps walk’d with God!
THE ROD OF AARON.
NUMBERS, XVII. VIII.
Was it the sigh of the southern gale
That flush’d the almond bough?
Brightest and first the young spring to hail,
Still its red blossoms glow.
Was it the sunshine that woke its flowers
With a kindling look of love?
Oh! far and deep, and through hidden bowers,