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 Her mother's steps she follows close; to bind Those wounds her mother made: divinely kind, Into each troubled heart she pours her balm, And brings the mind a transitory calm. But both are mortal; and when fades the earth, The nymph shall die, with her who gave her birth; Then, to elysium Love shall wing his flight, And he and Joy for ever re-unite.

 

December's frown this gladsome day Inspires my bosom, and invites my lay. The sun meridian darting from on high, Lights the gay scene, and brightens all the sky; Soft rolls the glassy main; the lightsome breeze Brings to my heart serenity and ease. Here calmness reigns; nought but the lowing herds, The waters falling, and the twittering birds, Invade the ear; here, in this tranquil scene, Far from the notice and the noise of men, Here, could I peaceful live, nor breathe a sigh For gayer views, and happy could I die.