But ’tis that to my languid eye
A newness from life’s scene hath flown,
Which once upon the open sky,
And o’er the teeming earth, was thrown.
V.
Yes! there IS something, which no more
In Nature’s gorgeous round I find;
Something that charm’d in days of yore,
And filled with Sabbath peace my mind;
Which added lustre to the flower,