Poetry
... ?? .1 * SO N N:B ai t \ 'N 9 c The heavens repose in beauty-not a cloud a Stains the pure azure of the ethereal way: Earth wears her choicest smile: and sweetly loud P From bower and grove the birds salute the day. it Gentle and clear the winding waters stray O'er the fair plain, where varied flow'rets crowd, And blend their hues without distinction proud, P And fiix their breath, to bless the ...