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Rh XIII

IN MEMORY OF A HAPPY DAY IN FEBRUARY

be Thou for all the joy

My soul has felt to-day!

O let its memory stay with me

And never pass away!

I was alone, for those I loved

Were far away from me;

The sun shone on the withered grass,

The wind blew fresh and free.

Was it the smile of early spring

That made my bosom glow?

'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind

Could raise my spirit so.

Was it some feeling of delight,

All vague and undefined?

No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong,

Expanding in my mind!

Was it a sanguine view of life

And all its transient bliss—

A hope of bright prosperity?

O no, it was not this!