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Farewell the hermit-cell, the lov'd retreat, The cottage mantled o'er with clustering vine; Where mild content had found a tranquil seat, And peace and calm domestic joys were mine.

Dear, lovely scenes! how oft, at dawn of day, My pipe has wak'd your mountain-echoes sound; How oft at evening's hour I lov'd to stray, Beside the river's bank, with osiers crown'd.

Ye woodland-streams, ye peaceful, happy shades, Oft on your charms will pensive memory dwell; Ah, native vales! ah, sweet embow'ring glades, Scenes of my early youth!—a last farewell!