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SONNET XV. RETIREMENT.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

High meed of honourable toil, fair Fame,
The guide and guardian of the noble mind,
Still round the warrior's dusty temples bind
The laureat wreath, and light the lambent flame!
If Letter'd Merit call, attend the Sage,
The boast of Science and the friend of Truth:
Feed the warm fancy of Poetic youth,
And write their names in thine immortal page.
Welcome Obscurity to me!—I love
The sober solemn shade and moss-grown cell,
Where hush'd is every care, and pain beguil'd
O! may I tenant long thy hallow'd grove,
Sooth the fond foolish heart that lov'd too well,
And sing Corinna's scorn in accents wild.