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The lens reveals the sculptured waves of a pearl ; 

 The student of curves delights in the billow's whirl. 

 There are infinite lines in yonder mountain blue, 

 And infinite mystery hides in its tender hue ; 

 And to him who understands, there's infinite charm 

 la the tints and flowing sweep of the homeliest farm. 



Shame that a wonderful world, which God designed 

 To be the first jirimer for man's immortal mind, 

 Should never be learned — not even its alphabet, 

 That shines in all forms and colors of beauty set. 

 Sad — sad, that to many the joyous knowledge is lost 

 That glorifies labor and richly repays the cost. 

 Come, friend ! study books and Nature ; open your eyes, 

 And live the life of eternal happy surprise ! 



