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 knew a juniper that flourish'd on the mead—

Did ever maid desert a youth, a widower to wed;

Look on that youth's all-healthy cheeks, so rosy, fresh, and fair,

And see the widower dragging on his solitary care.

shepherdess within a sunny grove,

In the black wood, a shepherd—watch'd their sheep,

"O come to me, sweet love!

Come hither! thou shalt keep

Joy in my bosom treasur'd deep."

the sun soars yon mountain above,

That at even sunk brightly below,

And my eyes meet the smiles of my love,

What raptures my heart overflow!