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 Stretch'd on the crag, and shadow'd by the pine,
 * And bending o'er the clear delicious fount,

Ah! dearest youth! it were a lot divine To cheat our noons in moralizing mood, While west-winds fann'd our temples toil-bedew'd:
 * Then downwards slope, oft pausing, from the mount,

To some lone mansion, in some woody dale, Where smiling with blue eye, Gives this the Husband's, that the Brother's kiss!


 * Thus rudely vers'd in allegoric lore,

The Hill of Knowledge I essay'd to trace; That verd'rous hill with many a resting-place, And many a stream, whose warbling waters pour
 * To glad, and fertilize the subject plains;

That hill with secret springs, and nooks untrod, And many a fancy-blest and holy sod
 * Where, his diviner strains

Low murmuring, lay; and starting from the rocks Stiff evergreens, whose spreading foliage mocks Want's barren soil, and the bleak frosts of age, And Bigotry's mad fire-invoking rage! O meek retiring spirit! we will climb, Cheering and cheer'd, this lovely hill sublime;