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In a hidden thicket's shade Is the little maiden laid; O'er her bends the wilding rose, At her side the violet grows: And, instead of feudal splendour, Summer's fragrant airs attend her. More than castle watch or ward O'er her sleep the dog keeps guard: None unseen can venture here With that faithful watcher near. Lady, who to woodlands wild Dost resign thy darling child; Lady, of an ancient line, Sweet and natural faith is thine. Thou dost know what influence lies In the summer sun and skies; Thou dost know what healthy red By the open air is shed: And what pleasant sleep is given By the blue uncurtained heaven; Nor to that fond mother known Outward influence alone.

She hath deeper thoughts that tell Of dear Nature's inward spell;