Dark-green And Gemm'd With Flowers Of Snow,

Eagle Of Flowers! I See Thee Stand, And On The Sun's Noon-glory Gaze; With Eye Like His, Thy Lids Expand, And Fringe Their Disk With Golden Rays: Though Fix'd On Earth, In Darkness Rooted There, Light Is Thy Element, Thy Dwelling Air, Thy Prospect Heaven.

Who That Hath Ever Been Could Bear To Be No More? Yet Who Would Tread Again The Scene He Trod Through Life Before?

Hymns Should Have Unity, Graduation And Mutual Dependence In The Thoughts, A Conscious Progress, A Sense Of Completeness And Be Easily Understood.

Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their Rich Tresses To The Morn.

When Evening Closes Nature's Eye, The Glow-worm Lights Her Little Spark To Captivate Her Favorite Fly And Tempt The Rover Through The Dark.