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SONNET III. THE SAME SCENE, CONTINUED.

It were, methinks, no very daring flight
Unto a poet's fond imagination,
To make this tent a prouder habitation;
Where Nature's worshipper and votary might,
With each appropriate and simple rite,
Bow to her charms, in quiet adoration
Of Him who meant his visible creation
Should minister to more than sense or sight!
Oh, then, this tent-like seat might well become
A temple—more befitting prayer or praise,
Than the mere listless loiterer's idle gaze;
And if it struck the sordid worldling dumb,
Proving of Nature's charms the countless sum,
'Twere not less worthy of the poet's lays!