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What though, while the wonders of nature exploring, / I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend; / Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring, / Bless Cynthia's face, the enthusiast's friend:
Yet over the steep, whence the mountain-stream rushes, / With you, kindest friends, in idea I rove; / Mark the clear tumbling crystal, its passionate gushes, / Its spray that the wild flower kindly bedews.