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Oh! may no daring hand intrude
To pluck thee from thy green retreat!
No wand'ring rustic's footstep rude
E'er crush thee in thy tranquil seat!
To pluck thee from thy green retreat!
No wand'ring rustic's footstep rude
E'er crush thee in thy tranquil seat!
Though forked lightning round thee play,
Though brilliant meteors wildly glare,
Still may thy pale and modest ray
Shed em'rald lustre through the air!
Though brilliant meteors wildly glare,
Still may thy pale and modest ray
Shed em'rald lustre through the air!
