Friday, August 21, 2015


"Oh, how canst thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which Nature to her votary yields!
The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,
The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields;
All that the genial ray of morning gilds,
And all that echoes to the song of even,
All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields,
And all the dread magnificence of heaven, 
Oh, how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven?
James Beattie
From, A Complete Spelling Book, 1884

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