Now new refulgence breathes o'er all the scene;
Yon lark's sweet warble now is sweeter still;
Yon blady grass stands out in purer green;
And softer music tinkles from the rill.
For why? O mark! The cause is written here;
The pale-faced marble tells the softened tale,
That sweeteneth the sigh, arrests the starting tear,
And lulls to silence the untimely wail.
Astley H. Baldwin.
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