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Beneath whose foliage pale
Fann'd by the unfrequent gale
We shield us from the Tyrants' mid-day rage.

IV.

Thither, while the murm'ring throng

Of wild-bees, hum their drowsy song,
By Indolence and Fancy brought,
A youthful Bard, "unknown to Fame,"
Wooes the Queen of solemn thought,
And heaves the gentle mis'ry of a sigh
Gazing with tearful eye,
As round our sandy grot appear
Many a rudely sculptur'd name
To pensive Mem'ry dear!
Weaving gay dreams of sunny-tinctur'd hue
We glance before his view: