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LTO CHE -BULTTERFP LY, 
Besides, my thoughts fly far, and when at rest, 
Love, not a wateh-tower, but a lulling nest. 
But all the ground I had should keep a look 
Of Nature still; have birds’-nests and a brook ; 
One spot for flowers, the rest all turf and trees, 
For I’d net grow my own bad lettuces. 
I'd build a walk, however, against rain, 
Long, peradventure, as my whole domain ; 
And so be sure of generous exercise, 
The youth of age, and medicine of the wise. 
Go the Hutterty. 
Rogers, 
HILD of the Sun! pursue thy rapturous flight, 
Mingling with her thou lov’st in fields of light ; 
And where the flowers of Paradise unfold, 
Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. 
There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky, | 
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Expand and shut, with silent ecstasy ! 
Yet wert thou once a worm ; a thing that crept 
On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept. 
And such is man; soon from his cell of clay 
To burst, a seraph in the blaze of day. 


