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Nor sight of Nature's fairest scenes alone
I owe thy love, O friend most true and wise !
Art's highest wonders, old and new, thou'st shown,
And taught me- how to see, and how to prize.
And thy beloved voice hath charmed mine ear
With many a sage's, many a nation's lore,
Lifting my soul above each selfish care,
When on the page sublime these eyes could look no
more.
Lo, now the humble offering that I make ! —
A poor return for culture — well I know ! —
Given with such liberal hand — yet do thou take ! —
And may some future day fruits less unworthy show !
