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James Gates Percival (September 15, 1795 – May 2, 1856) was an American poet, surgeon, and geologist, born in Berlin, Connecticut and died in Hazel Green, Wisconsin.

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The recollection of one upward hour Hath more in it to tranquilize and cheer The darkness of despondency, than years Of gayety and pleasure.

Cheer, Darkness, Despondency, Hour, Years

Happy the life, that in a peaceful stream, Obscure, unnoticed through the vale has flow'd; The heart that ne'er was charm'd by fortune's gleam Is ever sweet contentment's blest abode.

Gleam, Happy, Heart, Peaceful, Sweet, Vale

Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.

Green, History, Memorial Day, Pyramids, Tells

How awful is that hour when con, science stings.

Awful, Conscience, Hour, Hours, Science

The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.

Air, Dance, Melodies, Music, Poetry, World

The thundering voice that wrings, in one dark, damning moment, crimes of years!

Crimes, Dark, Moment, Thundering, Voice, Years

I am one who finds within me a nobility that spurns the idle pratings of the great, and their mean boasts of what their fathers were, while they themselves are fools effeminate.

Father, Fool, Idle, Mean, Pratings

There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.

Away, Forget, Moments, Never Forget, Stealing, Time

Roses bloom, and then they wither; Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by.

Bloom, Bright, Light, Rose, Vision, Wafted

Sweet flower, thou tellest how hearts as pure and tender as thy leaf, as low and humble as thy stem, will surely know the joy that peace imparts.

Flower, Heart, Stem, Sweet, Tender

Our thoughts are boundless, though our frames are frail, Our souls immortal, though our limbs decay; Though darken'd in this poor life by a veil Of suffering, dying matter, we shall play In truth's eternal sunbeams; on the way To heaven's high capitol our cars shall roll; The temple of the Power whom all obey, That is the mark we tend to, for the soul Can take no lower flight, and seek no meaner goal.

Boundless, Car, Decay, Goal, Play, Thoughts

Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minister's aisles, heard when it floats along the shade of elms, in the still place of graves.

Farewell, Floats, Like, Music, Night, Shade

There is nothing but death Our affections can sever, And till life's latest breath Love shall bind us for ever.

Affection, Affections, Breath, Breaths, Constancy, Sever

In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears.

Blooms, Eastern, Flower, Garden, Land, Tell

Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn.

Beam, Lightning, Swifter, Way, Wing, Wings

O rose! the sweetest blossom, Of spring the fairest flower, O rose! the joy of heaven. The god of love, with roses His yellow locks adorning, Dances with the hours and graces.

Flower, Graces, Locks, Love, Spring, Yellow

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