Through all revolving seasons hold their seat.
A happy man he went, his heart at rest,
Of hope and virtue and affection full,
To all exhilarating influences
Of earth and heaven alive. With kindred joy
He heard the lark, who from her airy height,
On twinkling pinions poised, pour’d forth profuse,
In thrilling sequence of exuberant song,
As one whose joyous nature overflow’d
With life and power, her rich and rapturous strain.