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A Dedication / Glory and loveliness have pass'd away; / For if we wander ont in early morn, / No wreathèd incense do we see upborne / Into the east, to meet the smiling day:
No crowd of nymphs soft-voic'd and young, and gay, / In woven baskets bringing ears of corn, / Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn / The shrine of Flora in her early May.
But there are left delights as high as these, / And I shall ever bless my destiny, / That in a time, when under pleasant trees / Pan is no longer sought, I feel a free, / A leafy luxury, seeing I could please / With these poor offerings, a man like thee.