Earth and Air
How bountiful, how wonderful
Thou art, sweet Air!
And yet, albeit thine odours lie
On every gust that mocks the eye,
We pass thy gentle blessings by
Without a care!
How bountiful, how wonderful
Thou art, sweet Earth!
Thy seasons, changing with the sun,
Thy beauty out of darkness won!
And yet, whose tongue (when all is done)
Will tell thy worth?
The poet's! — He alone doth still
Uphold all worth!
Then, love the poet; — love his themes,
His thoughts, enriched by sunny dreams,
Which dower with life the songs and streams
Of Air and Earth.
Thou art, sweet Air!
And yet, albeit thine odours lie
On every gust that mocks the eye,
We pass thy gentle blessings by
Without a care!
How bountiful, how wonderful
Thou art, sweet Earth!
Thy seasons, changing with the sun,
Thy beauty out of darkness won!
And yet, whose tongue (when all is done)
Will tell thy worth?
The poet's! — He alone doth still
Uphold all worth!
Then, love the poet; — love his themes,
His thoughts, enriched by sunny dreams,
Which dower with life the songs and streams
Of Air and Earth.
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