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Come then, O come, your burning streets forego,
Your lanes and warfs, where winds infectious blow;
For deep majestic woods and opening glades,
And shining pools and awe-inspiring shades;
Where fragrant flowers perfume the air around,
And bending orchards kiss the flowery ground;
And luscious berries spread a feast for Jove,
And golden cherries stud the boughs above.
Amidst these various sweets, thy rustic friend
Shall to each woodland haunt, thy steps attend;
His noontide walks, his vine-entwisted bowers,
The old associates of his lonely hours;

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While friendship's converse, generous and sincere,
That mingles joy with joy, and tear with tear;
Shall fill each heart, and give to mem'ry's eye
Those native shores where fond relations sigh;
Where War accursed, and haggard Famine howl,
And R[oyal] D[ukes] o'er prostrate millions growl;
While we, alas! these mournful scenes retrace,
In climes of plenty, liberty, and peace;
A mingled flood of joy and grief shall flow,
For this so free, and that so full of woe.