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 All sweet sensations, all ennobling thoughts, All adoration of the God in nature, All lovely and all honourable things, Whatever makes this mortal spirit feel The joy and greatness of it's future being? There lives nor form nor feeling in my soul Unborrow'd from my country! O divine And beauteous island, thou haft been my sole And most magnificent temple, in the which I walk with awe, and sing my stately songs, Loving the God that made me!— May my fears, My filial fears, be vain! and may the vaunts And menace of the vengeful enemy Pass like the gust, that roar'd and died away In the distant tree, which heard, and only heard; In this low dell bow'd not the delicate grass. But now the gentle dew-fall sends abroad The fruitlike perfume of the golden furze: The light has left the summit of the hill, Tho' still a sunny gleam lies beautiful On the long-ivied beacon.—Now, farewell, Farewell, awhile, O soft and silent spot!