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STANZAS.
At eve I wander'd down the vale,
To breathe the mild refreshing air,
Where lovers tell the tender tale
To many a beauteous blushing fair.
To breathe the mild refreshing air,
Where lovers tell the tender tale
To many a beauteous blushing fair.
With sweet, yet sorrowing delight,
I gaz'd upon the lovely scene;
All Nature clad in vestments bright,
The blue sky clear, the air serene.
I gaz'd upon the lovely scene;
All Nature clad in vestments bright,
The blue sky clear, the air serene.
Full many a beauteous blushing maid
I saw as wand'ring down that vale;
But onward still my footsteps stray'd,—
I told to none the tender tale.
I saw as wand'ring down that vale;
But onward still my footsteps stray'd,—
I told to none the tender tale.
