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"Far from the scenes of pride and wealth,
We'll seek some wood-embosom'd cot,
"Content, and innocence, and health,
"With happy love, shall crown our lot.
We'll seek some wood-embosom'd cot,
"Content, and innocence, and health,
"With happy love, shall crown our lot.
"At morn these sinewy limbs I'll strain,
("How blest to labour, love, for thee!)
"At ev'ning with the village train
"We'll join in rustic revelry.
("How blest to labour, love, for thee!)
"At ev'ning with the village train
"We'll join in rustic revelry.
"Haste then, my fair! a holy priest
"E'en now at Mary's chapel waits;
"Thy father loiters at the feast,
The weary warder leaves the gates.
"E'en now at Mary's chapel waits;
"Thy father loiters at the feast,
The weary warder leaves the gates.
"My Sybille, come!" Her trembling feet
Can scarce her slender form support;
Hope, fear, and love, contending meet,
Scarce can she cross the echoing court.
Can scarce her slender form support;
Hope, fear, and love, contending meet,
Scarce can she cross the echoing court.
