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Ye northern skies, your light is gray and cold,
But dearer far to me
Than all the splendors that I now behold
In heaven, earth, air and sea !
Thou isle, where innocence and peace so long
Have kept their holiest rest,
Forgive me that, a child, I did thee wrong,
Asking a soil more blest !
Oft by some stinted shrub I pensive stood,
And dreamed of giant trees
That proudly soared aloft, and swung abroad
Their branches to the breeze.
Now o'er my head a leafy roof doth rise
For sinless Eden meet.
Dropping its golden fruit as from the skies.
In clusters at my feet.
