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pleasant murmurings awaken in some the memory of 

 long-forgotten joys, when the happy country child listened 

 to their soothing music, while intently watching them in 

 the old homestead-garden, or roved with them amid pas- 

 tures and hill-sides, to gather the flowers still rejoicing in 

 their "meadow-sweet breath," or whispering of the 

 precious perfumes of their forest home ! 



" To me more dear, congenial to my heart, 

 One native charm than all the gloss of art ; 

 Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, 

 The soul adopts and owns their first-born sway ; 

 Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, 

 Unenvied, unmolested, uncoufined. 

 But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade, 

 With all the freaks of wanton wealth array' d, 

 In these, ere triflers half their wish obtain, 

 The toilsome pleasure sickens into pain ; 

 And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, 

 The heart distrusting asks, IF THIS BE JOT." 



GOLDSMITH. 



