How refreshing the chrystaline stream!
The breezes soft transports bestow,
As they glide o’er the jessamine flower,
But more grateful the plasures which flow,
From gentle Humanity’s Power.
What can charm like Autumn’s bright ray,
When the fields their rich treasures resign?
Or what greater beauty display
Than the smooth polish’d fruit of the vine?
Is there ought like the morning can please?