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Oн, the bean-field in blossom, the mown grass, the
The dew-besprent rose from the hand that we
Breathe the sweetest of scents, if ye search the
On hills, or in vallies, in garden, or grove.
Like the stream from the mountain, how soft, but how mighty
Their influence to brighten, and gladden, and bless!
Say, ye who delight in such odours, delight ye
In aught else of the earth? for the spirit that
Knows something far higher, far sweeter to love : "Tis the smile of approval from Him it adoreth— The fragrance that breathes through the garden above.
Oh, thither then oft let the scent-laden breezes, And hallowed fond whispers from creatures below,
Waft upward the soul, till Omnipotence pleases That there, never more to return, it shall go.
"I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation."-Hab. iii. 18.
THIS heart hath rapturous feelings known
But aye, like music's sweetest tone,
Methought there ever came with such
Like fragrance from too rude a touch,
Joy, from the height to which I rose,
But I have found a joy that lives :
Sweeter than music from the lyre,
And often too it soars above:
It rises and descends.