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SONNET I.

ADDRESS TO THE RURAL MUSE.

Muse of the Landscape! that in sylvan shade,
With meek Simplicity, thy handmaid, dwells:
Oft hast thou led me through sequester'd dells,
O'er airy heights, and down the sunny glade
Where vernant wreaths for thee I sought to braid
Of wild-blown roses, or of azure bells
Cull'd by some limpid fount that softly wells;
And hast thou no return of kindness made?
Yes, thou hast sooth'd my heart in sorrow's hour,
And many a wayward passion oft beguil'd;
Thy charms have won me to Reflection's bow'r,
When Folly else, with visions false and wild,
Had lur'd my footsteps, by her witching pow'r,
From thee, enchanting Nature's loveliest child!