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 MISCELLA&I EOIJS POEMS. 201. And thou,.fair Moon, whom I so oft. have Rise from thy couch with .soft majestic grace. ' Shew thy broad orb the crlmson'd boughs between Or pen.iye travel o'er the realms .of space; �Thro' that dear window shat thou now in vn For me, far-'distn_t, pour thy silver beams, There, ou thee gazing, shall I ne'er .again .Indulge  all the Muse's airy dreams. No more when Winter's .rude and surly .strife, At 8p.ring'..s behest, hu .ceaz' d to rave aloud, And frozen Nature, starting into life, Emblem of. man, throws off her snowy .shroud Adown the .winding, .wooded vale, unsee n, And lost in musing, shall I stray at uoo n, To mark th' unfolding leaves' first, frehest green That fades, like youthful happiness.,. so soon, Nor seek, my favourite haunt, the wild tr.eat. . Where winds the pathway w. ith the winding .stream, Among the trees, whose jealous. branches...meet .... Shu out the w. or. ld, and quench ev'n summer's beam.

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