Where'er it[344] wandered in the morn
Of blissful infancy.[DI]
This glimpse of glory, why renewed?
Nay, rather speak with[345] gratitude;
For, if a vestige of those gleams
Survived, 'twas only in my dreams.
Dread Power! whom peace and calmness serve
No less than Nature's threatening voice,[346]
If aught unworthy be my choice,
From Thee if I would swerve;