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IMITATION OF WALLER.

WALLER TO ST. EVREMOND.

O Vales of Penshurst, now so long unseen!
Forgot each shade secure, each winding green;
Those lonely paths, what art have I to tread,
Where once young Love, the blind enthusiast, led?
Yet if the genius of your conscious groves
His Sidney in my Sacharissa loves;
Let him with pride her cruel power unfold;
By him my pains let Evremond be told.