Chapter XLVIII

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Our homes, and hearts, and Nature, the blue sky,
Breathe these affections into all who live--
The flowings of their fountains cannot dry.
Who gave us life? 'Tis He, who bids them live!
And they have lived, here, in this forest-bower,
In all the strength, the constancy, the power,
The deep devotion, the unchanging truth
Of Eden's early dawn, when Time was in his youth.