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The happy Island where ye think and act:
Now, when destruction is a prime pursuit,
Shew to the wretched Nations for what end
The Powers of civil Polity were given!"
Abruptly here, but with a graceful air
The Sage broke off. No sooner had he ceased
Than, looking forth, the gentle Lady said,
"Behold, the shades of afternoon have fallen
Upon this flowery slope; and see—beyond—
The Lake, though bright, is of a placid blue;
As if preparing for the peace of evening.
How temptingly the landscape shines!—The air
Breathes invitation; easy is the walk
To the Lake's margin, where a Boat lies moored
Beneath her sheltering tree."—Upon this hint
We rose together: all were pleased—but most
The beauteous Girl, whose cheek was flushed with joy.
Light as a sun-beam glides along the hills
She vanished—eager to impart the scheme
To her loved Brother and his shy Compeer.
—Now was there bustle in the Vicar's house