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THE HAREEM.

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.