I had a daily Bliss
I half indifferent viewed
Till sudden I perceived it stir —
It grew as I pursued
Till when around a Height
It wasted from my sight
Increased beyond my utmost scope
I learned to estimate.
I had a daily Bliss
I half indifferent viewed
Till sudden I perceived it stir —
It grew as I pursued
Till when around a Height
It wasted from my sight
Increased beyond my utmost scope
I learned to estimate.
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