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HERE grac'd with many a classic spoil rolls his reverend stream along, I haste to urge the learned toil That sternly chides my love-lorn song: Ah me! too mindful of the days Illum'd by orient rays, When Peace, and Chearfulness, and Health Enrich'd me with the best of wealth.

Ah fair Delights! that o'er my soul On Mem'ry's wing, like shadows, fly!