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 136 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Thy long arcades of woven leaves, Thy beechen bowers, o'erarching dark, The shadow of .whose foliage waves Light o'er the silver, sunny bark; The murmur of thy soft cascades, Thy waters, greenly, clearly bright, Thy thymy banks, thy lawns and glades; All--all are full of deep delight ! When shall I love a spot like thee ? Oh, what can ever break a bond So twin'd by love and So sweetly strong, so firmly fond Yet, 'tis not ev'n thy sweetest gales, That bear away my inward woe; 'Tis not the fragrance of thy vales, That, in its stead, can bliss bestow: It is, that thy beloved retreat, �Far from life's toiling, beaten road, Gives peaceful hours, and leisure sweet, To hold blest commune with my God: ......... Google

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