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 318 SONNETS. xxIv. THE DESERTED V. ILLAGE.* "' FIT shroud art thou, O sable grove of fir For you dismantled dwellings, where no more .' The sounds of rustic labor, as 0f yore, Nor laugh, nor song of.joou's.villager Are bliXhely heard, nor aught beheld to stir, Save yonder restless springs, which, bursting o'er, Thro' the rank grass their scntter'd vtaters pour. � Oft to this scene Remembrance will recur, When Melancholy seeks some kindred spot Amid the pat, where calmly she may weep ;' And here, when foes have pierc.ed, or friends forgot, Shall'Thought resigu'd her quiet vigils' keep With unobtrusive Woe, that speaketh not, yet is perchancel like silent streams, most deep. �In aNmlley inCumbei4and, there is reallyaplaee .thia &mcriptiom. The Wowietor it went alwoml, and lure not been n'me hemxl oK The inhabitants knew not to wknm they might apply for rt, lmlr  fornook their ......... Google

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