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56 Mos-roe, and violet bloom round, And lily of the vale.

O ay what oft propitious hour I bet may chue to hail thy power, And court thy gentle way? When Autumn, friendly to the Mue, Shall thy own modet tints diffue, And hed thy milder day.

When Eve, her dewy tar beneath, Thy balmy pirit loves to breathe, And every torm is laid; If uch an hour was e'er thy choice, Oft let me hear thy oothing voice Low whipering thro' the hade. TO