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SUNRISE. See, each flower is glist'ning through Heavy, sparkling gems of dew,
In the orient rays; All the boughs with pearl-drops gleam, And the distant forests seem.
Like armed bands, to blaze. Lo, the bird is on the wing, And her matin numbers ring • To greet the day begun; Freshly nature seems to wake, All things of the joy partake
Which hails the rising sun.
THE HAPPIEST SPOT. Ah, I have wander'd far and wide,
In eastern climes afar, And through the breadth of our proud land
On toward the setting star; And southward I have bent my course
To lands of burning gold, And stood where many a grand old stream
Its mighty current roll'd. In storms and calms I oft have gazed
Upon the ocean flood ; In storied fanes of classic land
With pleasing wonder stood:—