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On the green margin of my native Wey, Before mine infant eyes were wont to play, And with that pencil, teach me to describe The enchanting goddess of the flowery tribe, Whose first prerogative it is to chase The clouds that hang on languid beauty's face; And, while advancing suns and tepid showers, Lead on the laughing Spring's delicious hours, Bid the wan maid the hues of health assume, Charm with new grace, and blush with fresher bloom.

The vision comes!—While slowly melt away, Night's hovering shades before the eastern ray, Ere yet declines the morning's humid star, Fair Fancy brings her; in her leafy car