Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
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To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
I worship the quicksand he walks in.
I worship the quicksand he walks in.
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,--
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That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,--
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man.
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with read more
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with its rays of peace.