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INSCRIPTION IN AN ARBOUR.
How sweet beneath this greenwood bower,
To watch the sun's departing beam,
That lightly tints each closing flower,
And dances on the rippling stream.
To watch the sun's departing beam,
That lightly tints each closing flower,
And dances on the rippling stream.
Or from the mountain-steeps on high,
The morning's purple eye to view;
As swell the woodlark's notes of joy
From twilight vallies, wet with dew.
The morning's purple eye to view;
As swell the woodlark's notes of joy
From twilight vallies, wet with dew.
Here boldly o'er the wildwood scene,
Is flung the dark, majestic pine,
And many a tangled evergreen,
Round the rude beech has learned to twine.
Is flung the dark, majestic pine,
And many a tangled evergreen,
Round the rude beech has learned to twine.
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Whilst on the tall cliff's beetling head,
The mountain-ash delights to grow,
And frequent strews its berries red
O'er Calder's warbling wave below.
The mountain-ash delights to grow,
And frequent strews its berries red
O'er Calder's warbling wave below.
Torn by the ruthless hand of Care,
Here may the heart its griefs resign,
And from Life's sickening scenes repair,
To seek Content! thy ivied shrine.
Here may the heart its griefs resign,
And from Life's sickening scenes repair,
To seek Content! thy ivied shrine.
For, lost in sweet seclusion, here
Calm-eyed Contentment loves to dwell,
And hallowed Meditation near
Builds in the cliff her hermit cell.
Calm-eyed Contentment loves to dwell,
And hallowed Meditation near
Builds in the cliff her hermit cell.
Then, Stranger! whom the flattering smile
Of Pleasure has allured to Pain,
Here commune with thyself awhile,
Then seek the busy world again.
Of Pleasure has allured to Pain,
Here commune with thyself awhile,
Then seek the busy world again.
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