Oped to the day, and marvelled what could be
The world around it? Is there aught we see
Can be compared to skies
Like those which earliest shone
Upon our path, and like a sunray bright,
Brought with it, freshly, dawnings of the light
That ne'er can be forgone?
Landscapes of other climes,
Though bountiful in beauty, what are ye
To the fair scenes of home, where'er it be?