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O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, / Let it not be among the jumbled heap / Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, --
Nature's observatory, -- whence the dell, / Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, / May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep / 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap / Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee, / Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind, / Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd, / Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be / Almost the highest bliss of human-kind, / When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.