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There flag-shaped olive-leaves, depending hung, And fairy fans from glossy pebbles sprung; Then her terrestrial train the nereids meet, And lay their spoils saline at Flora's feet.

O! fairest of the fabled forms! that stream, Dress'd by wild Fancy, thro' the poet's dream, Still may thy attributes of leaves and flowers, Thy garden's rich, and shrub-o'ershadow'd bowers, And yellow meads, with Spring's first honours bright, The child's gay heart, and frolic step invite; And, while the careless wanderer explores, The umbrageous forest, or the rugged shores, Climbs the green down, or roams the broom-clad waste, May Truth, and Nature, form his future taste! Goddess! on youth's bless'd hours thy gifts bestow; Bind the fair wreath on virgin-beauty's brow,