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A lovely scene!--The sky-kiss'd hills Are rich with noon-tide's burning ray, And sunbeam's round their snmmits high, Like angel piuions are at play; Yhe lake, in undimmed beauty spread, Seems slninbering in the snn's pure glow, And o'er it's breast the lulling winds In soft voluptHous murmGr' s How. The shouting stream, with merry din, Its echoes o'er the landscape fling, And from amid the rock-thrown spray, The mimic rainbow $ crescent springs, Looking as it were bent above

 The spirits of the dashing waves, That, streaming through it's arch, the sun With softer light might fill their cayes The loveliest tints of Eden seem

 To rest on every living thing, And Joy luxurious robes the earth In its most rich apparelling: Soft s5o t b as4tsty has flung down her wealth Of incense from her throne above, And every hill, and stream, and tree, Are breathing forth a voice of love. And all the forests shaded depths

 The wandering winds are stealing fhro As they, to cool their weary wings

 Had come from their own realms of blue While music, like seraPh's voice,

 Is thrilling over vale and stream, ias it would lap the laughing Earth,

 In one Elysium-tinted dream.

 FERAMoRz.