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 While lusty scouting sorrow Bids the a glad good-morrow, Who jogs th' accustom'd road along, And paces cheery to her cheering song.

But not our filmy pinion We scorch amid the blaze of day, When fiery-tressed minion Flashes the fervid ray. Aye from the sultry heat We to the cave retreat O'ercanopied by huge roots intertwin'd With wildest texture, blacken'd o'er with age: Round them their mantle green the ivies bind,