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earth below, all heaven above, In this calm hour, are filled with Love; All sights, all sounds, have throbbing hearts, In which its blessed fountain starts, And gushes forth so fresh and free, Like a soul-thrilling melody.

Look! look! the land is sheathed in light, And mark the winding stream, How, creeping round yon distant height, Its rippling waters gleam. Its waters flash through leaf and flower— Oh! merrily they go; Like living things, their voices pour Dim music as they flow.