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5 No foes our courage shall subdue?, Although we leave our hearts with you.

These are our cares; but if you’re hind, We’ll scorn the dashing main, The rocks, the billows, and the wil'd. The power of France and Spain. Now Britain’s glory rests with you; Our sails are full—sweet girls adieu.

THE WOODPECKER.

I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl’d Above the green elms, that a cottage was near; And I said, 'if there’s peace to be found in the world, A heart that is humble might hope for it here.'

Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound. But the Woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree.

'And herein this lone little wood,' I exclaim’d, eye; With a maid who was lovely to soul and to if I blam’d; Who would blush when I prais’d her, and weep How blest could I live, and how' calm could I die.' Every leaf, &c.