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When tranquil pleasure's placid stream
Unsullied shone, for ever clear;
And Hope's pure cordial, sweet, serene,
Checked the approach of anxious fear:

Each golden morn returned with joy,
And each mild evening sweetly calm;
When youth and health, alert and gay,
Inhaled their fragrant breath of balm.

Then the blithe song of Rapture's bird,
Or plaintive warbler's gentle tone,
On the soft, breezy air was heard,
And pleasure thrilled the breast alone.

Meanwhile the melody of waves,
Soul-soothing murmur, greets the ear;
The raptured bosom swelling heaves,
And softly drops the joyous tear.

O'er the bright soul, fresh scenes of bliss,
Portrayed by fancy's glowing power,
In winning form of loveliness,
Delight and charm each fleeting hour.

And through the calm revolving day,
How sweet the kindred smile and tone,
When each bright brow and laughing eye
With fear and kind affection shone!