How often we forget all the time, when lone
Admiring Nature's universal throne;
Her woods-her wilds-her mountains-the intense
Reply of HERS to our inteligence!

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Hymn
At morn-at noon-at twilight dim-
Maria!thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and wo-in good and ill-
Mother of God,be with me still!
When the hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My soul,lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
Now,when storms of fath o'ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my Future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine!
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.