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Hope, that on Nature's youth is still attending, No more to me her syren song shall sing; Never to me her influence extending, Shall I again enjoy the days of Spring!

Yet, how I loved them once these scenes remind me, When light of heart, in childhood's thoughtless mirth, I reck'd not that the cruel lot assign'd me   Should make me curse the hour that gave me birth!

Then, from thy wild-wood banks, Aruna! roving, Thy thymy downs with sportive steps I sought, And Nature's charms, with artless transport loving, Sung like the birds, unheeded and untaught.