Come, the gentle swaying trees,

The fresh, cool breeze,

The foaming seas,

The buzzing, busy, happy bees.


Come, the rainbow in the sky,

The mountain high,

The home-made pie,

The song-bird singing as it flies.


Come, the calm, patt’ring showers,

The old towers,

The fresh flowers,

The joyous solitude hours.


Come, the plot that I can use,

The words to choose,

The thoughts to fuse,

The active, vibrant, blessed muse.


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