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;