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; If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, 
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts 
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, 
And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance, 
If I should be where I no more can hear 
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams 
Of past existence, wilt thou then forget 
That on the banks of this delightful stream 
We stood together, and that I, so long 
A worshipper of nature, hither came 
Unwearied in that service; rather say, 
With warmer love, oh! with far deeper zeal 
Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, 
That, after many wand’rings, many years 
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, 
And this green pastoral landscape, were to me 
More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake. 
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Written on a Visit to Stowe, the Scat of the Marouts of BuckincHam, in 
1801. By K. N. Esq. (Never published.) 
HO’ Stowe, long known as classic ground, contains 
A splendid palace, ’midst its vast domains ; 
Its owner’s grateful friends can only find 
A seat just suited to his lib’ral mind ; 
Where bounteous nature trac’d the great outline, 
' And chgicest culture fill’d up the designs 
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