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The rapid Garonne, and the winding Seinc t 



Are both too mean, 

 Beloved Dove ! with thee 

 To vie priority : 



ftay, Tame and life, -when conjoin'd, submit, 

 And Jay their trophies at thy silver feet. 



VIII. 



;Oh my belayed rocks ! that rise 



To awe the earth and brave the skies. 



From some aspiring mountain's crown, 

 How dearly do I love, 



Giddy with pleasure to look down: 



And, from the vales, to view the heights above I 



tOh my beloved oaves ! from dog-star's heat. 



And all anxieties, my safe retreat : 



What safety, privacy, what true delight 

 In the artificial night, 

 Your gloomy entrails make- 

 Have I taken, do I take I 



How oft when grief has made me fly, 



To hide me, from society 



Ev'n of my dearest friends, have I, 

 In your recesses' friendly shade, 

 Ail my sorrows open laid, 



Aad my most secret woea intrusted to your privacy ! 



IX. 



Lord ! would men let me alone, 

 What an over-happy one 



Should I think myself to be, 

 Might I, in this desert place 

 Which most men in discourse disgrace, 



Live but undisturb'd and free I 

 Here in this dcspis'd recess, 



Would I, maugre winter's cold, 

 And the summer's worst excess, 

 Try to live-out to sixty full years old* ; 



* This he did not; for he was born 1630, and died in 1687. Sec the 

 Acewnt of bis Life prefixed. 



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