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THE LOVER.
O Betsey, wilt thou hear me tell
The thoughts, that in my bosom dwell?
Whence sprang the wish with thee to share
My every joy, my every care;
And tread with thee my lowly way,
Till evening close our peaceful day?
The thoughts, that in my bosom dwell?
Whence sprang the wish with thee to share
My every joy, my every care;
And tread with thee my lowly way,
Till evening close our peaceful day?
'Tis that thou canst wander o'er
Sequester'd nature's simple store;
And trace with ever new delight
The wood, the lawn, the breezy height;
Or crop the flow'r, that's gayly seen
Peeping mid the hedge-row green,
Or gaze upon the water clear,
And list the song-thrush warbling near.
Sequester'd nature's simple store;
And trace with ever new delight
The wood, the lawn, the breezy height;
Or crop the flow'r, that's gayly seen
Peeping mid the hedge-row green,
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And list the song-thrush warbling near.
'Tis that, not eager still to roam,
Thou find'st content and joy at home:
Canst soothe the hour of lonely care
With some sweet and artless air,
While delightful Poesy
Spreads not in vain her charms for thee.
Thou find'st content and joy at home:
Canst soothe the hour of lonely care
With some sweet and artless air,
While delightful Poesy
Spreads not in vain her charms for thee.
'Tis that the heart, which warms thy breast,
Is most in blessing others blest;
That Pity soft, which melts to know
The poor man's simple tale of woe,
And, beaming in the trembling tear,
Fond Affection harbour there.
Is most in blessing others blest;
That Pity soft, which melts to know
The poor man's simple tale of woe,
And, beaming in the trembling tear,
Fond Affection harbour there.
O! in that heart's most sacred cell
May I enshrin'd for ever dwell!
Pleas'd with what heav'n is pleas'd to grant,
Nor much I have, nor much I want:
Unenvious of the rich and great,
Contented with my humble state,
If, Betsey, thou contented be
To share that humble state with me.
May I enshrin'd for ever dwell!
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Nor much I have, nor much I want:
Unenvious of the rich and great,
Contented with my humble state,
If, Betsey, thou contented be
To share that humble state with me.
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