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As now the shades of eve imbrown
The scenes where pensive poets rove;
From care remote from envy's frown,
The joys of inward calm I prove.
What holy strains around me swell;
No wildly rude tumultuous sound,
They fix the soul in magic spell.
Soft let me tread this favoured ground.
Sweet is the gale that breathes the spring,
Sweet thro' the vale yon winding stream,
Sweet are the notes love's warblers sing,
But sweeter friendship's solemn theme.
