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S 0 L I TU DE. HAIL, mildly pleafing Solitude,

Companion of the wise and good; But from whose holy, piercing eye, The herd of fools, and villains fly.

Oh! how I love with thee to walk,
And listen to thy whisper'd talk,
Which innocence, and truth imparts,
And melts the most obdurate hearts.

A thousand shapes you wear with ease,
And still in every shape you please.
Now wrapt in some mysterious dream,
A lone philosopher you seem ;
Now quick from hill to vale you fly,
And now you sweep the vaulted sky.
A shepherd next, you haunt the plain,
And warble forth your oaten strain,
A lover now, with all the grace
Of that sweet passion in your face:
Then, calm'd to friendship, you assume
The gentle-looking HARFORD's bloom,
As, with her MUSIDORA, she
(Her MUSIDORA fond of thee)
Amid the long withdrawing vale,
Awakes the rivald nightingale.

Thine is the balmy breath of morn,
Just as the dew-bent rofe is born;

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And while Meridian fervors beat,
Thine is the woodland dumb retreat ;
But chief, when evening scenes decay,
And the faint landskip swims away,
Thine is the doubtful soft decline,
And that best hour of musing thine.

Descending angels bless thy train,
The virtues of the sage, and swain;
Plain Innocence in white array'd,
Before theè lifts her fearless head:
Religion's beams around thee shine,
And chear thy glooms with light divine:
About thee sports sweet Liberty;
And rapt Urania sings to thée.

Oh, let me pierce thy fecret cell!
And in thy deep recesses dwell;
Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill,
When Meditation has her fill,
I just may cast my careless eyes
Where London's fpiry turrets rise,
Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain,
Then shield me in the woods again.



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