That once a welcome gave:
The new-waked laureat bee,
On the flower-blossom, breathing in its mirth,
Its conch-like matin song, to greet the earth,
With ever grateful glee!
The landscape's free expanse,
And all the harmonies that, spread around,
Combine the joys of hearing, sight, and sound,
Are gathered at a glance;
And powerfully they tell,