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Their offer'd boon accepted, we survey
Silvan Simplicity her graces lend
To clear Content, who in the herdsman's hut
(Which scorns the gilding of felicity)
Resides with real Happiness a friend,
Ev'n as an Houshold Goddess, ever near
With gentle hand, to bless this couple blythe,
To pour the spirit of the freshest gale
Upon the modest rose that humbly blows
Around their dwelling small:—from the clean spring
That lends its little tide, the purest stream
To draw, for use or pleasure:—o'er the couch
To shed the sweetest sleep from night till morn,
Light as the silent dews that fall in both.
Silvan Simplicity her graces lend
To clear Content, who in the herdsman's hut
(Which scorns the gilding of felicity)
Resides with real Happiness a friend,
Ev'n as an Houshold Goddess, ever near
With gentle hand, to bless this couple blythe,
To pour the spirit of the freshest gale
Upon the modest rose that humbly blows
Around their dwelling small:—from the clean spring
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To draw, for use or pleasure:—o'er the couch
To shed the sweetest sleep from night till morn,
Light as the silent dews that fall in both.
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