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peaceful dells and woodland glades, In sweet romantic scenes I stray; And wander thro' the sylvan shades, Where summer breezes lightly play; There at fervid noon I lave, In the calm pellucid wave.

And oft the fairest flowers I bring, To deck my grotto's mossy seat, Cull'd from the margin of the spring, That flows amidst the green retreat; The violet, and the primrose pale, That smile uncultur'd in the vale.

Reclin'd beneath some hoary tree, With tufted moss and ivy drest, I listen to the humming bee, Whose plaintive tune invites to rest; While the fountain calm and clear, Softly murmurs playing near.