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And seek in every wild secluded dell, The weeping cowslip, and the azure bell; With all the blossoms, fairer in the dew, To form the gay festoon of varied hue. And oft I seek the cultivated green, The fertile meadow, and the village scene; Where rosy children sport around the cot, Or gather woodbine from the garden spot. And there I wander by the cheerful rill, That murmurs near the osiers and the mill; To view the smiling peasants turn the hay, And listen to their pleasing festive lay. I love to loiter in the spreading grove, Or in the mountain scenery to rove; Where summits rise in awful grace around, With hoary moss and tufted verdure crown'd; Where cliffs in solemn majesty are pil'd, "And frown upon the vale" with grandeur wild: And there I view the mouldering tower sublime, Array'd in all the blending shades of time.

The airy upland and the woodland green, The valley, and romantic mountain scene; The lowly hermitage, or fair domain, The dell retir'd, or willow-shaded lane; "And every spot in sylvan beauty drest, And every landscape charms my youthful breast."