The more I've viewed this world, the more I've found,
That filled as‘ tis with scenes and creatures rare,
Fancy commands within her own bright round
A world of scenes and creatures far more fair.
Nor is it that her power can call up there
A single charm, that's not from Nature won,—
No more than rainbows in their pride can wear
A single tint unborrowed from the sun;
But‘ tis the mental medium; it shines thro’,
That lends to Beauty all its charm and hue;
As the same light that o'er the level lake
One dull monotony of lustre flings,
Will, entering in the rounded raindrop, make
Colors as gay as those on angels’ wings!