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Rh Her influence taught the Phrygian sage A tyrant master's wanton rage With settled smiles to meet: Inured to toil and bitter bread, He bowed his meek submitted head, And kissed thy sainted feet. But thou, O Nymph retired and coy! In what brown hamlet dost thou joy To tell thy tender tale? The lowliest children of the ground, Moss-rose, and violet blossom round, And lily of the vale. say what soft propitious hour 1 best may choose to hail thy power, And court thy gentle sway? When Autumn, friendly to the Muse, Shall thy own modest tints diffuse, And shed thy milder day.