How calm is nature’s face, and still!
Yon little wave heaves o’er the rill,
Nor murmurs at its destiny.
On yonder tree the blackbird’s lay
Warbles its fleeting life away;
Thus would I live—thus would I die.
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How calm is nature’s face, and still!
Yon little wave heaves o’er the rill,
Nor murmurs at its destiny.
On yonder tree the blackbird’s lay
Warbles its fleeting life away;
Thus would I live—thus would I die.
No posts