Who would repaint the yellow prunase Or new compound wild violets' fragrance rare And who by man's device assays to blend, Daisies and kingcups sprinkled on the Tea The gleam of the far distant sleeping Sen 5 Mhe voice of God in echoing thunder heard High soaring cloud, or notes of woodland bird For ever strange, like sudden treasure found And ever welcome like familiar friend Till the far reaches of the better land, Under the azure of heaven's arch expand And flowers and songs are new on that celestial ground.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.