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Rh Spirits, wave your boughs above him

To a measure of soft gladness.

SPIRIT OF LOVE.

POET.

O Earth, and Sky, and Flowers, and Streams agushing,

God made ye beautiful to make us blest:

O bright-winged Songsters through the blue air rushing;

O murmuring Tree-tops, by the winds carest;

O Waves of Ocean, Ripples of the River,

O Dew and Fragrance, Sunlight, and Starbeam,

O blessed summer-sounds that round me quiver,

Delights impassable that round me teem—

Oh all things beautiful! God made ye so

That the glad hearts of men might overflow!

O Soul within me, whose wings sweep a lyre—

God gave thee song that thou might'st give him praise;

O Heart that glows with the Promethean fire,

O Spirit whose fine chords some influence plays:

O all sweet thoughts and beautiful emotions,

O smiles and tears, and trembling and delight,