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2 O for that namelee powre to trike mine eare, That powre of charme thy Naiads once poet, Melodious Mulla! when, full oft whyleare, Thy gliding murmurs oothd the gentle bret Of haplee ; long with woes oppret, Long with the drowie Patrons myles decoyd, Till in thy hades, no more with cares ditret, No more with painful anxious hopes accloyd, The abbath of his life the milde good man enjoyd:

Enjoyd each wih; while rapt in viions blet The Mues wooed him, when each evening grey Luxurious Fancy, from her wardrobe dret Brought forth her faerie knights in heen array By forret edge or welling fount, where lay, Farre from the crowd, the carelee Bard upine: Oh happy man! how innocent and gay, How mildly peacefull past these houres of thine! Ah! could a igh avail, uch weete calme peace were mine!