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B. I. Imbib'd, would poison the balsamic blood, And rouse the heart to every fever's rage. While yet you breathe, away! the rural wilds Invite; the mountains call you, and the vales, The woods, the dreams, and each ambrosial breeze That fans the ever undulating sky; A kindly sky! whose soft'ring power regales Man, beast, and all the vegetable reign. Find then some woodland scene where nature smiles Benign, where all her honest children thrive. To us there wants not many a happy feat; Look round the smiling land, such numbers rise We hardly fix, bewilder'd in our choice. See where enthron'd in adamantine state, Proud of her bards, imperial Windsor sits; There chuse thy seat, in some aspiring grove Fail by the slowly-winding Thames; or where Broader she laves fair Richmond's green retreats, Rh