...hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in his ear. Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou...thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and...

...hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look do\vu Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these...thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The century-living crovr Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and...

...happy, if it find Acceptance in his ear. Father, thy hand Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose AH these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow Whose birth was in their tops, grow old and...

...in his ear. Offer one hymn ; thrice happy-) if it find Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns; thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou...thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow, Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and...

...hand Hath reared these venerable columns ; thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look dowr .Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these...thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow, Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and...

...hymn ; thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in his ear. Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns ; thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou...thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow, Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and...

...one hymn, thrice happy if it find Acceptance in his ear. Father! thy hand Hath rear'd these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou...thy Sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow, Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and...

...in order to exhibit Mr. Bryant's style of blank verse. Father ! thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou...thy sun Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and...

...from the pen of a native of that country. " Father I thy hand Hath reared these venerable colnmns I Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look...fair ranks of trees. They in thy sun Budded ; and .hook their green leaves in thy brec/e ; And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow,' Whose birth...

...read you from the pen of a native of that country. ' Father ! thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns! Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou...look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose Ail these fair ranks of trees. They in thy sun Budded ; and shook their green leaves in thy breeze...