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On a FOUNTAIN.

Casim. Lib. Epod. Od. 2.

Fair Fountain with unsully'd Stream,
That quivers in the Noon-day Beam;
Thy Face an equal Lustre shows,
To the Sun's glance on Scythian Snows.
When his plain Meal the Woodman takes,
With thy pure Wave his Thirst he slakes;
Translucent Orb! that cheer'st the Ground,
Diffus'd in rich Embroid'ry round.
Harrass'd and spent with studious Toil,
O'er the dim Taper's midnight Oil,
To rural Pleasures I resign,
And on thy flow'ry Bank recline.

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But o'er thy Mirror let me lave,
My Lips in thy full brimming Wave;
Or from my Palm thy Chrystal sup,
Or through the Reed imbibe it up.
So may no Cattle from thy Brink,
Dash the loose Earth, and as they drink
With miry Hoofs thy Course restrain,
And mar thy Beauties with a Stain.
Rent from the Willows neighb'ring Tree,
That sucks its verdant Life from thee;
So may no Bough presume to glide,
Along thine ever-honour'd Tide.
And while the chequer'd Shades, among
Thy silver, waves and winds along;

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And thou, fresh-bubling, still and still,
Pour'st from thine Urn a living Rill;
May Larks and Linnets cease to sing,
And Zephyrs check their wanton Wing,
To catch thy Gurgles as they rise,
Mix'd with the Strains the Lyre supplies.
Nor count it a Disgrace that I,
Should join the warbling Harmony;
For W*** approves my early Flame,
And W***'s Vote is endless Fame.
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