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Ye venerable groves! whose open glades Invite the musing wanderer to your shades, Ye birds! whose honied notes enthral the ear, Wake the bright morn, the darksome evening cheer, Ye fountains! murmuring music as ye flow, Ye flowers! that on their purple margins glow, Ye winds! that o’er those flowers soft breathing play, Calm the hot sky, and mitigate the day;— Take me, O take me to your loved retreats; All, all conspire to bless me with your sweets. Here in your soft enclosure let me prove The shade and silence of the life I love! Not idle here;—for, as I rove along, I form the verse, and meditate the song; Or mend my mind by what the wise have taught, Studious to be the very thing I ought Here will I taste the blessings of content, No hope shall flatter, and no fear torment: Unlike the sea, the sport of every wind, And rich with wrecks, the ruin of mankind, My life an honest, humble praise shall claim, As the small stream, scarce honoured with a name, Whose gladdening waters through my garden play, Give a few flowers to smile, then glide away.
Ye venerable groves! whose open glades Invite the musing wanderer to your shades, Ye birds! whose honied notes enthral the ear, Wake the bright morn, the darksome evening cheer, Ye fountains! murmuring music as ye flow, Ye flowers! that on their purple margins glow, Ye winds! that o’er those flowers soft breathing play, Calm the hot sky, and mitigate the day;— Take me, O take me to your loved retreats; All, all conspire to bless me with your sweets. Here in your soft enclosure let me prove The shade and silence of the life I love! Not idle here;—for, as I rove along, I form the verse, and meditate the song; Or mend my mind by what the wise have taught, Studious to be the very thing I ought Here will I taste the blessings of content, No hope shall flatter, and no fear torment: Unlike the sea, the sport of every wind, And rich with wrecks, the ruin of mankind, My life an honest, humble praise shall claim, As the small stream, scarce honoured with a name, Whose gladdening waters through my garden play, Give a few flowers to smile, then glide away.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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