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Paxz visitant of balmy spring, thy 
Joy of the new-born year, iter 
That bidd’st young hope new-plume his wing Thy: 
Soon as thy buds appear: i 
While o’er the incense-breathing sky 
The tepid hours first dare to fly, Mat 
And vainly woo the chilling breeze OF 
That, bred in winter’s frozen lan. lome: 
Sull struggung chains the lingering sap * nal 
Within the widow’d trees. re 
Hore 
Remote from towns, thy transient lite Me 
Is spent in skies more pure ; ‘ 
The suburb smoke, the seat of strife, ¥n 
Thou canst but ill endure. th 
Coy rustic! thou art blooming found 
i Where artless nature’s charms abound, lettre 
iil Sweet neighbour of the chanter ril! ; log 
IA Well pleased to sip the silvery tide, Mh n 
hy || Or nodding o’er the fountain’s side, Ory 
HI Self-gazing, look thy fill ; abt b 
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