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FROM THE SAME.
GRATITUDE.
Benchè di senso privo
Fin l' arboscello è grato, &c.
Fin l' arboscello è grato, &c.
The willow tow'rds the silver tide
Bends gratefully her boughs, to greet
The cooling waves that softly glide,
And lave the turf around her feet.
Bends gratefully her boughs, to greet
The cooling waves that softly glide,
And lave the turf around her feet.
How gladly, when he seeks her aid
To shield him from the scorching ray,
She spreads her branches for his shade,
The long remember'd debt to pay!
To shield him from the scorching ray,
She spreads her branches for his shade,
The long remember'd debt to pay!
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