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86 hall read, and drop a gentle tear; Then cat her eyes around the low-roof'd cot, And own the fates have dealt more kindly here, That bles'd with only love our little lot.

For love has worn (I heard the awful vow) The wav'ring heart hall never be his care, That toops at any baer hrine to bow; And what he cannot rule, he corns to hare.

My heart in is o fully blet, It has no room to lodge another joy; My peace all leans upon that gentle breat, And only there misfortune can annoy.

Our ilent hours hall teal unmark'd away In one long tender calm of rural peace; And meaure many a fair unblemih'd day Of cheerful leiure and poetic eae. The