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Thy varied voice in every breeze I hear,
Delightful nature! mingling in my ear.
Though sweet the sound of zephyr's whispering breath,
And leaves that rustle o'er the furzy heath;
Though sweet the babbling brook, the patt'ring show'r,
And echo mocking from the neighb'ring tow'r;

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What time the mimic prattles half-form'd words,
And sweet at morn or eve the charm of birds:
The song of nature's bard more transport yields
Than all the chorus of the warbling fields;
His soothing accent soft as dews of heav'n,
That slake the feverish flow'ret's thirst at ev'n.