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WRITTEN IN THE HERMITAGE, AT THE FOX UNDER THE HILL, BURFORD-BRIDGE, NEAR DORKING, SURREY.
Stranger! whencesoe'er you come,
Welcome to this rustic dome!
Welcome to the hill,—the glade!
Welcome to the forest shade!
Welcome to this rustic dome!
Welcome to the hill,—the glade!
Welcome to the forest shade!
Worn and wasted by disease,
Pale and languid, ill at ease,
Say does health your search employ,
Health, the fostering nurse of joy?
Pale and languid, ill at ease,
Say does health your search employ,
Health, the fostering nurse of joy?
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Come and chase her on our hills,
Meet her by our forest-rills,
Woo her mid our shadowing trees,
Catch he on the balmy breeze.
Meet her by our forest-rills,
Woo her mid our shadowing trees,
Catch he on the balmy breeze.
Bury in this wooded glen,
All the cares of busy men,
Whilst the streams that round us roll,
Sweetly murmuring, soothe the soul.
All the cares of busy men,
Whilst the streams that round us roll,
Sweetly murmuring, soothe the soul.
Lo! the glorious orb of day
Cheers us with his parting ray,
Whilst above the woods afar,
Mildly shines the evening star.
Cheers us with his parting ray,
Whilst above the woods afar,
Mildly shines the evening star.
Stranger! rest thee here awhile,
Till the morning sun shall smile,
Then explore the fairy scene,
Lovely as a waking dream.
Till the morning sun shall smile,
Then explore the fairy scene,
Lovely as a waking dream.
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For within this hermit cell,
Peace and silent pleasures dwell;
Peace, that knows no ruffled morrow,
Pleasures, unallied to sorrow.
Peace and silent pleasures dwell;
Peace, that knows no ruffled morrow,
Pleasures, unallied to sorrow.
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