adown the gde.
“then never murmur nor repine;
strive in thy humble sphere to shine;
and trust me, not potosi's mine,
nor king's regard,
give a bliss o'ermatg thine,
a rustic bard.
“to give my sels all in one,
thy tuneful fme still careful fan:
preserve the dignity of man,
with soul erect;
and trust the universal pn
will all protect.
“ahou this”—she solemn said,
and bound the holly round my head:
the polish'd leaves and berries red
did rustling py;
and, like a passing thought, she fled
in light away.
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