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NCE more, sweet Stream! with slow foot wand'ring near I bless thy milky waters cold and clear. Escap'd the flashing of the noontide hours With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers (Ere from thy zephyr-haunted brink I turn) My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn.