Confeniplafiojis. 377
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��Under the cooling fhadow of a flately Elm
Clofe fate I by a goodly Rivers fide,
Where gliding ftreams the Rocks did overwhelm;
A lonely place, with pleafures dignified.
I once that lov'd the fhady woods fo well,
Now thought the rivers did the trees excel,
And if the fun would ever fhine, there would I dwell.
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While on the ftealing ftream I fixt mine eye, Which to the long'd for Ocean held it s courfe, I markt, nor crooks, nor rubs that there did 13'e Could hinder ought, but ftill augment its force: O happy Flood, quoth I, that holds thy race Till thou arrive at thy beloved place, Nor is it rocks or flioals that can obflru6t thy pace
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Nor is't enough, that thou alone may'ft Aide, But hundred brooks in thy cleer waves do meet, So hand in hand along with thee they glide To Thetis houfe, where all imbrace and greet: Thou Emblem true, of what I count the beft, O could I lead my Rivolcts to reft. So may we prefs to that vaft manfion, ever bleft.
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