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The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! Oh, may I with myself agree, And never covet what I see; Content me with an humble shade, My passions tamed, my wishes laid."

OW pleasant is the calm which reigns when the storm has ceased! The wind no longer roars in fearful gusts; the waters, which rushed along with rapid course, flow gently; all becomes serene and hushed in quiet. The beauty of the scene, the freshening cool of the evening air, the tranquillity which seemed to pervade all nature, diffused a