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When thy sweet woodbine's charms unclose;
When blushes tinge thy modest rose;
When thy pure lily on the tide
Rears her fair flow'rs, in beauty's pride;
When, where the whiten'd blossoms spread,
The scarlet berry hides its head;
Then will I seek my shelter'd bow'r,
And while away the noon-tide hour,
Remote from folly, noise, and strife,
Gaze from my calm retreat, on life;
List to the music of the glade;
Watch the swift flitting shadows fade;
With the lov'd muse of friendship stray,
Or weep o'er Campbell's melting lay.
When blushes tinge thy modest rose;
When thy pure lily on the tide
Rears her fair flow'rs, in beauty's pride;
When, where the whiten'd blossoms spread,
The scarlet berry hides its head;
Then will I seek my shelter'd bow'r,
And while away the noon-tide hour,
Remote from folly, noise, and strife,
Gaze from my calm retreat, on life;
List to the music of the glade;
Watch the swift flitting shadows fade;
With the lov'd muse of friendship stray,
Or weep o'er Campbell's melting lay.
