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TOGETHER LET US RANGE.
Together let us range the fields,
Impearl’d with the morning dew,
Or view the fruit the vineyard yields,
Or the apples clustering bough:
There in close embowered shades,
Impervious to the noontide ray,
By tinkling rills—or rosy beds,
We'll love the sultry hours away.
FINIS.
