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Rh But ofter taks divide my 's hours; To watch the firtlings at their harmles play; With welcome hade to creen the languid flowers, That icken in the ummer's parching ray.

Oft will he toop amidt her evening walk, With tender hand each bruied plant to rear; To bind the drooping lily's broken talk, And nure the blooms of the infant year.

When beating rains forbid our feet to roam, We'll helter'd it, and turn the toried page; There ee what paions hake the lofty dome With mad ambition or ungovern'd rage:

What headlong ruin oft involves the great; What concious terrors guilty booms prove; What trange and udden turns of advere fate Tear the ad virgin from her plighted love.