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14 Sweet beaming hope her path illumine till, And fair ideas all her fancy fill. From glittering cenes which trike the dazzled ight With mimic grandeur and illuive light, From idle hurry, and tumultuous noie, From hollow friendhips, and from ickly joys, Will, at the mue's call, retire To the pure pleaures rural cenes inpire? Will he from crowds and buy cities fly, Where wreaths of curling moke involve the ky, To taste the grateful hade of preading trees, And drink the pirit of the mountain breeze?

&emsp;When winter's hand the rough'ning year deforms, And hollow winds foretel approaching torms, Then Pleaure, like a bird of paage, flies To brighter climes, and more indulgent kies: Cities and courts allure her prightly train, From