The spring of loveliness is thine,

And every joy that warms our hearts,

With thee approaches and departs.

Bland, from Alciphron.

Slow wand’ring on the margin of the deep,

I breathe the cheering gale of health once more;

And see the billows gently dash the steep,

That rears its bold head on the sandy shore.

Fresh looks the landscape with the dews of dawn;

A bluish mist swims o’er the softened grove;