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324 Whether thou sing'st with equal ease, and grief,

The fall of empires, or a yellow leaf;

Whether thy muse most lamentably tells

What merry sounds proceed from Oxford bells,

Or, still in bells delighting, finds a friend

In every chime that jingled from Ostend;

Ah! how much juster were thy Muse's hap,

If to thy bells thou would'st but add a cap!

Delightful ! still blessing and still blest,

All love thy strain, but children like it best.

'Tis thine, with gentle 's moral song,

To soothe the mania of the amorous throng!