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YOUNG MAN's DREAM.

EAR bleſs me, have I waken'd

out of my ſilent dream!

I dream'd I was low ſeated

beneath yon purling ſtream,

Where the water does flow clearly,

and Nature shows her gift,

Where the pretty trout and ſalmon

ſkip along the rocks and clift.

I had not long there been,

till there approach'd the shore

A beautiful young damſel

failing with her golden oar!

Her mariners in crimſon

near as I could diſcern,

While one more fairer than the reſt

ſat on her gilded ſtern.

Her maſt was made of amber,

and ſilk cords did them bind;

Her ſails they were as white as ſnow,

made of the holland fine.

With ornaments of muſic

they did both ſport and toy,