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For the loveliest scenes of the glowing earth, Are those, bright streams! where your springs have birth; Whether their cavern'd murmur fills, With a tone of plaint, the hollow hills, Or the glad sweet laugh of their healthful flow Is heard 'midst the hamlets low.

Or whether ye gladden the desert-sands, With a joyous music to Pilgrim bands, And a flash from under some ancient rock, Where a shepherd-king might have watch'd his flock, Where a few lone palm-trees lift their heads, And a green Acacia spreads.

Or whether, in bright old lands renown'd, The laurels thrill to your first-born sound, And the shadow, flung from the Grecian pine, Sweeps with the breeze o'er your gleaming line, And the tall reeds whisper to your waves, Beside heroic graves.