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 soxTS. XXVIII. HOME-SICNESSo Hss let me sit upon this shadedstile, '- Where none but rustic sights eau meet mine eye, And rural sounds alone may murmur by, That dreams of thee, sweet Surry, for awhile The view of cheated Fancy may beguile: Yon cloud, .high-pil'd amid the western sky, Thy hills of varied aspect shall supply,. Their goldea rifts, thy streams, that brightly smile. As the Swiss Exile weeps, if ehauce he hear The meltlng.w!ldness of his native strain, So I, condemn'd the livelong day. to wear On Cain's dull matgln, and unvatied plain, If aught more rural meet miue eye, or ear, 0 Srry, pant to climb thy hills ngain! ......... Google

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