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III.
[As duly, when chill evening darkens round]
As duly, when chill evening darkens round,O'er the wild uplands the young shepherd fair
Fond hies, some beauteous plant to foster there,
Some stranger plant, that, ill, with blossoms crown'd,
Pines for it's native suns and mother-ground.
So on my tongue fond Love, with fostering care,
Wakes the strange flow'rs of many a Tuscan air,
While thee, O nobly graceful, I resound
In lays of words to British ears unknown,
And change fair Thamis for fair Arno's plain.
Love will'd it so, and well my strains have shewn,
Tun'd to new laws, that Love wills not in vain.
Ah! could this breast be cold, this heart be slow,
To him who plants the joys of heav'n below.
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