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Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, / When streams of light pour down the golden west, / And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest / The silver clouds, far -- far away to leave / All meaner thoughts, and take a sweet reprieve / From little cares; to find, with easy quest, / A fragrant wild, with Nature's beauty drest, / And there into delight my soul deceive, / There warm my breast with patriotic lore, / Musing on Milton's fate -- on Sydney's bier --
Till their stern forms before my mind arise:
Perhaps on wings of Poesy upsoar, / Full often dropping a delicious tear, / When some melodious sorrow spells mine eyes.