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120 Whence, unmolested Wanderers, we beheld

The shining Giver of the Day diffuse

His brightness, o'er a tract of sea and land

Gay as our spirits, free as our desires,

As our enjoyments boundless.—From these Heights

We dropped, at pleasure, into sylvan Combs;

Where arbours of impenetrable shade,

And mossy seats detained us side by side,

With hearts at ease, and knowledge in our hearts

"That all the grove and all the day was ours."

But in due season Nature interfered,

And called my Partner to resign her share

In the pure freedom of that wedded life,

Enjoyed by us in common.—To my hope,

To my heart's wish, my tender Mate became

The thankful captive of maternal bonds;

And those wild paths were left to me alone.

There, could I meditate on follies past;

And, like a weary Voyager escaped

From risk and hardship, inwardly retrace

A course of vain delights and thoughtless guilt,

And self-indulgence—without shame pursued.