To one who has been long in city pent, `Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven -- to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart`s content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel,-- an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet`s bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E`en like the passage of an angel`s tear That falls through the clear ether silently.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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