  On velvet green of grassy floor, 'Neath maple at my father's door My couch at eve has been; There gazing on the tranquil sky, With all its astral brilliancy, My spirit sang within. Then far away beyond the blue, On Fancy's wings my vision flew And scanned the realms of space; Then like a dove far from her nest, Returned to find a perfect rest Within its dwelling place. |
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