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our study, our invention, or our skill. Nature 

 knits her sterile brow, nor smiles till we are 

 called again to greet her. Mark how the clouds 

 e'en weep at our departure, and the river 

 sullenly rolls on in opposite direction from our 

 homes ; the songsters of the woods, too, emi- 

 grate, and heavy dews increase the melancholy 

 gloom. Adieu, fair fields, where I have wooed 

 the grateful shade of sunmier, and praised your 

 matchless beauties; various tinted offsprings, 

 and majestic elms, adieu ; and as thou art bid to 

 ripen into life again, may that same mercy 

 grant our happy meeting, for even age in smiles, 

 looks sometimes like the spring : therefore 

 laugh on, nor spurn my withered locks; for 

 though my years be man}-, I am young at 

 heart, and in my love for thee, kind Nature, die 

 but in my infancy. 



Let not the interim which now takes place 

 be lost in over-thought of other things; tie 

 afresh your Flies, finish your sketches, compose 

 new lays that may divert your brother Anglers, 



