SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 99 Where the lone river and the brook YOu pathway small divides, Fragrant is many a freshen'd flower, �That decks their rush-grown sides. And o'er the swelling waters brown, That eddy, as they flow, Elm, oak, and ash, their mingling arms Fantasticidly throw. Here, leaning on the rustic stile, Which tree to trqe unites, Where the rich landscape, view'd between, The r?ving eye invites, I watch the playful insect-race . Disporting o'er the stream, Where'er they go, glides with them still A fitful, diamond gleam. Yon rude stone-steps the cottage-girl Descends to fill her pail, And, while her sweetly-simple song IS wafted on the gale, While, mingling its low whispers near, Rustles the quivering leaf, I muse in pensive happiness, And sigh--but not in grief. ......... ?Google
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