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LIFE. r. ......


BY W. c, BRYANT.
On Lire! breathe thee in the breeze,
feel thee bounding in my veins,
SEQ thee in these stretching trees,
These flowers. this still rock 8 mossy strains
This stream Of odors flowing by
From clover field and clumps Of pine,
This music, thrilling all the sky.
From all the morning birds, are thine.
Thou fl'st with Joy this little one,
That leaps and shouts beside me here.
Where Isar's clay white rivulets run
Through the dark woods light frighted deer.
Ah! must thy mighty breath, that wakes
Insect and bird, and flower and tree,
From the low trodden DUST and makes
Their daily gladness pass from me
Pass, pulse by pulse, till Ger the ground
These limbs, now strong, shall creep with


pain.


And this fair world OF sight and sound
Seem fading into night ogain.
The things, oh LIrrl thou quickencst, all
Strive upwards toward the broad bright sky,
Upward and onward, and they fall,
Back 10 Earth's bosom when they die.
All that have borne the touch OF DEATH
All that shall live, lie mingled there,
Beneath that veil OF bloom and BREATH
That living zone 'twi1, Earth and air.