But he whose heart will bound to mark 

 The full bright burst of summer morn, 

 Loves too each little dewy spark 



By leaf or floweret worn : 

 Cheap forms, and common hues, 'tis true, 

 Through the bright shower-drop meet his vie\ 

 The colouring may be of this earth ; 

 The lustre comes of heavenly birth. 



KEBLE. 



