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And filled with immortality. Receive Thanks, blessings, love, for these, thy lavish boons. And, most of all, their heavenward influences, O Thou that gav'st us flowers! Return, my boy, With all thy chaplets and bright bands, return! See, with how deep a crimson eve hath touched And glorified the ruin! glow-worm light Will twinkle on the dew-drops, e'er we reach Our home again. Come, with thy last sweet prayer At thy bless'd mother's knee, to-night shall thanks Unto our Father in his Heaven arise, For all the gladness, all the beauty shed O'er one rich day of flowers!