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 BOOK FIRST.

THE WANDERER.

summer, and the sun had mounted high:

Southward, the landscape indistinctly glared

Through a pale steam; but all the northern downs,

In clearest air ascending, shew'd far off

A surface dappled o'er with shadows, flung

From many a brooding cloud; far as the sight

Could reach, those many shadows lay in spots

Determined and unmoved, with steady beams

Of bright and pleasant sunshine interposed.

Pleasant to him who on the soft cool moss

Extends his careless limbs along the front