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 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

DEDICATION.

TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ.

and Loveliness have pass'd away;
 * For if we wander out in early morn,
 * No wreathed incense do we see upborne

Into the east to meet the smiling day: No crowd of nymphs soft-voiced and young and gay,
 * In woven baskets bringing ears of corn,

Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May. But there are left delights as high as these.
 * And I shall ever bless my destiny,

That in a time when under pleasant trees
 * Pan is no longer sought, I feel a free,

A leafy luxury, seeing I could please
 * With these poor offerings, a man like thee.