The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts
compiled by William Fraser
London: William Pickering,
1828
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| Behold glad Nature's triumph! Lo! the sun | 1 |
| Hath burst the pall of night, and o'er the earth | 2 |
| Reviving radiance scattered. Sleep hath done | 3 |
| Her death- resembling reign — and thoughts have | 4 |
| birth | 5 |
| That fill the grateful heart with sacred mirth! | 6 |
| For now the spells of waking bliss abound, | 7 |
| And mortals own the glory and the worth | 8 |
| Of that bright boon, existence — all around | 9 |
| Unnumbered blessings rise in every sight and sound! | 10 |
| The scene is steeped in beauty — and my soul | 11 |
| No longer lingering in the shroud of a care, | 12 |
| Doth greet creation's smile. The grey clouds roll | 13 |
| E'en from the mountain's peaks, and melt in air. | 14 |
| The landscape looks an Eden! who could wear | 15 |
| The hues of sorrow now? This glorious hour | 16 |
| Reveals the ruling God! The Heavens are bare, | 17 |
| Each sunny stream, and blossom- mantled bower | 18 |
| Breathes of pervading love, and shows the power | 19 |
| That spoke him into life, hath blessed man's earthly | 20 |
| dower. | 21 |
from The Bijou, 1828, p. 240 |
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