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No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast.

ye for ever to your skies departed? Oh! will ye visit this dim world no more? Ye, whose bright wings a solemn splendour darted Through Eden's fresh and flowering shades of yore? Now are the fountains dried on that sweet spot, And ye—our faded earth beholds you not!