
Here closed the meditative strain ; 
But air breathed soft that day, 
The hoary mountain heights were cheer’d, 
The sunny vale look’d gay; 
And to the primrose of the rock 
I gave this after lay. 

T sang—Let myriads of bright flowers, 
= eo e, in ‘field and grove, 
> unenvied ;—mightier far, 
tremblings s that reprove 
ae tendencies to pape: 
Is God’s redeeming love ; 

That love which changed—for wan disease, 
or sorrow that had bent, 
r hopeless dust, for wither’d age— 
Their moral element, 
And turn’d the thistles ‘akon curse 
To types beneficent. 
Sin-blighted though we are, we too, 
nin ng sons of men, 
dur oblivious winter call’d, 
rise and breathe again ; 
And in eternal summer lose 
Our threescore years and ten. 



