An’ the Gobble-uns ’ll git you

O’er folded blooms, On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.

The ripest peach is highest on the tree.

One naked star has waded through The purple shadows of the night, And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light.

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.

What great Effects from slender Causes flow!