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  SENTIMENTAL ONGS. The orchard,the meadow, the deep tangled wild-w. ood, And ev'ry 1ov'd spot which my infancy knew; ' The wide-spreadingpond,and the nill which stood by it, 'The bridge, and the rock where the cataract/'eli, The cot of my father, the dairy-hoose nigh it, The old oaken bucketrathe iron-bound bucket-- The moss cover'd bucket, which hung in the well. That moss-cover'd vessel I hail as a treasure, For often,. at noon, when return'd from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, 0 The purest and sweetest that nature can yield; How ardent I si'd it with hands that were glowhlg, And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell, Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it ro from tim well The old oaken bucket, &e. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As pois'd on the cord, i inclin'd to my lips, N'ot a full blushing goblet could tempt me to ldav it, Tho' fii!'d with the nectar that J.piter eips. And now far remov'd from the !ov'd situation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell, As fancy revisits my fther'a plantation, And sighs for the bucket which.hangs in the we!l-- The old oaken bucket, &e. OFT IN THE STILLY IGHT. 0 in the stilly night,  Ere slumher's chain has'bound Fond mem'ry brings the light Of other_days around me; The smiles, the ears of boyhood's yearn, The wo.rds of love then spoken The ey that shone, now dimm'd and The zheerful hearts now broimn ! . ru , t,,h, t!y night, &L

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