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II. In a shady Valley, near a running Water.
O! let me haunt this peaceful shade;
Nor let ambition e'er invade
The tenants of this leafy bow'r,
That shun her paths, and slight her pow'r.
Nor let ambition e'er invade
The tenants of this leafy bow'r,
That shun her paths, and slight her pow'r.
Hither the plaintive halcyon flies
From social meads and open skies;
Pleas'd, by this rill, her course to steer,
And hide her saphire plumage here.
From social meads and open skies;
Pleas'd, by this rill, her course to steer,
And hide her saphire plumage here.
The trout, bedropt with crimson stains,
Forsakes the river's proud domains;
Forsakes the sun's unwelcome gleam,
To lurk within this humble stream.
Forsakes the river's proud domains;
Forsakes the sun's unwelcome gleam,
To lurk within this humble stream.
And sure I heard the Naiad say,
“Flow, flow, my stream! this devious way;
“Tho' lovely soft thy murmurs are,
“Thy waters, lovely cool and fair!
“Flow, flow, my stream! this devious way;
“Tho' lovely soft thy murmurs are,
“Thy waters, lovely cool and fair!
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“Flow, gentle stream! nor let the vain
“Thy small unsully'd stores disdain:
“Nor let the pensive sage repine,
“Whose latent course resembles thine.”
“Thy small unsully'd stores disdain:
“Nor let the pensive sage repine,
“Whose latent course resembles thine.”
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