Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
No trumpet-blast profound
The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born;
No bloody streamlet stained
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No trumpet-blast profound
The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born;
No bloody streamlet stained
Earth's silver rivers on the sacred morn.
The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the read more
The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks.
The rugged trees are mingling
Their flowery sprays in love;
The ivy climbs the laurel
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The rugged trees are mingling
Their flowery sprays in love;
The ivy climbs the laurel
To clasp the boughs above.
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
The February sunshine steeps your boughs
And tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
The February sunshine steeps your boughs
And tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
