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Nature In Repose.
NATURE IN REPOSE .
AMID the hills we wandered In incongruous array , A gay and cheery party , Bent on a holiday . With spirits buoyant as the air , Ancl all our cares at rest , The hills echoed back our laughter At many a harmless jest .
The sights we saw , the sounds we heard , la that all but fairy scene , Are linked tenderly in our memory With our " good things " that have been ; Kind Nature in her stillness , As around her marvels rose , Seem'd to fill our minds "with wonder , And our spirits with repose .
We look'd on high , we gaz'd around , On meadow , hill , and vale , On the smooth , and graceful waters , On the outspread woods and dale . And all around was beautiful , And all around was peace ; Nature at rest and full of charms , Whose " graces " never cease .
Far from the cares ancl haunts of men , Their idle warfare still , Life ' s painted follies vanished , With its strife of good and ill ; We learned to know fair nature ' s truth In all its stately grace , As we communed in these genial hoiirs , With our " Teacher " face to face .
How pleasant were the thoughts which came And went with the passing clay ; What goodly dreams and gentle forms Seemed to greet us on the way . If everything was beautiful—If peace at last we found —• Nature itself seemed fairer far , As joyous we gazed around .
From gidd y heights , from hopeless aims , From vice ' s gilded show , May the great Creator guard us , As we wander on below ; Amid our toils and cares once more , When our holiday hours close , May we often think all gratefully Of fair Nature in repose . W .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Nature In Repose.
NATURE IN REPOSE .
AMID the hills we wandered In incongruous array , A gay and cheery party , Bent on a holiday . With spirits buoyant as the air , Ancl all our cares at rest , The hills echoed back our laughter At many a harmless jest .
The sights we saw , the sounds we heard , la that all but fairy scene , Are linked tenderly in our memory With our " good things " that have been ; Kind Nature in her stillness , As around her marvels rose , Seem'd to fill our minds "with wonder , And our spirits with repose .
We look'd on high , we gaz'd around , On meadow , hill , and vale , On the smooth , and graceful waters , On the outspread woods and dale . And all around was beautiful , And all around was peace ; Nature at rest and full of charms , Whose " graces " never cease .
Far from the cares ancl haunts of men , Their idle warfare still , Life ' s painted follies vanished , With its strife of good and ill ; We learned to know fair nature ' s truth In all its stately grace , As we communed in these genial hoiirs , With our " Teacher " face to face .
How pleasant were the thoughts which came And went with the passing clay ; What goodly dreams and gentle forms Seemed to greet us on the way . If everything was beautiful—If peace at last we found —• Nature itself seemed fairer far , As joyous we gazed around .
From gidd y heights , from hopeless aims , From vice ' s gilded show , May the great Creator guard us , As we wander on below ; Amid our toils and cares once more , When our holiday hours close , May we often think all gratefully Of fair Nature in repose . W .