...round me — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever. Written on thy works I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo ! all grow old and die — hut see, again, How on the faltering footsteps of decay Youth presses— ever gay and heautiful...

...round me — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed For ever. Written on thy works 1 read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo ! all grow...on the faltering footsteps of decay Youth presses — every gay and beautiful youth In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees Wave not less proudly...

...round me — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever. Written on thy works I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo ! all grow...again, How on the faltering footsteps of decay Youth possess — ever gay and beautiful youth In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees Wave not less...

...round me—the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever. Written on thy works I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo! all grow old and die—but see, again, How on the faltering footsteps of decay Youth possess—ever gay and beautiful...

...round me—the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever. Written on thy works, I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo! all grow...again, How on the faltering footsteps of decay Youth presses—ever gay and beautiful youth— In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees Wave not less...

...round me — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever. Written on thy works, I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo ! all grow...beautiful forms. These lofty trees Wave not less proudly tint their ancestors Moulder beneath them. 0, there is not lost One of earth's charms : upon her bosom...

...round me — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever. Written on thy works, I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo ! all grow...proudly that their ancestors Moulder beneath them. O, there is not lost One of earth's charms : upon her bosom yet, After the flight of untold centuries,...

...round me — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever. Written on thy works I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo ! all grow...see, again, How on the faltering footsteps of decay Youtli presses — ever gay and beautiful youth In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees Wave...

...round me — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed For ever. Written on thy works I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo ! all grow...not lost One of earth's charms : upon her bosom yet, 4* After the flight of untold centuries, The freshness of her far beginning lies And yet shall lie....

...round me — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever. Written on thy works, I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo ! all grow...presses — ever gay and beautiful youth — In all its beaatiful forms. These lofty trees Wave not less proudly than their ancestors Moulder beneath them....