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CONCLUSION.

'Tis done—the simple melody!
Does censure with malignant eye
The lowly theme regard?
Does lordly pride's contemptuous sneer,
Does learned genius' look severe
Abash the unletter'd bard?
Inquiries, cease! such cares above,
The business of my life is—love,
And love my dear reward!
Enough for me, that still my harp
Fair Anna's smile can gain;
Enough for me—let envy carp—
Good Albert loves the strain!
Live then my song! beloved as known,
With those thou hop'st to please alone,
While life is theirs below;
And when—like flowers whose reign is o'er—
Good Albert's name is heard no more,
Nor Anna's beauties blow;
Contented sink, unknown, unseen,
Calm as thou never sung hadst been;
Calm as thine Author, whom the green,
Unnoticed turf shall cover;
For still shall Cheviot's mountains dun
Smile in the beams of morning's sun;
And Harvest Pleasures ever run,
When sleeps the Bard—the ardent Lover!