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 Beneath whose foliage pale Fann'd by the unfrequent gale We shield us from the Tyrants' mid-day rage.

Thither, while the murm'ring throng Of wild-bees, hum their drowsy song, By Indolence and Fancy brought, A youthful, "unknown to Fame," Wooes the Queen of solemn thought, And heaves the gentle mis'ry of a sigh Gazing with tearful eye, As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely sculptur'd name To pensive dear! Weaving gay dreams of sunny-tinctur'd hue We glance before his view: