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TO THE RIVER PENEUS.
Peneus! as on thy green sideA pensive hour I chance to spend,
Where, o'er thy gaily flowing tide
The beeches bow and osiers bend;
And saw, beneath the varied shade,
The ruminating herds recline,
And lengths of woven thrift display'd
Along thy rural margin shine;
Methought that youth was still my own
As when I strayed by Irvine's stream,
And all the cares I since have known
The phantoms of a troubled dream.
Ah! never shall I know again
Those simple hopes of blithesome hue,
The playmates gay of fancy's train,
Such as by Irvine's stream I knew.
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