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Nature thou accept the song	A
To thee the simple lines belong	A
Inspir'd as brushing hill and dell	B
I stroll'd the way to Holywell	B
Though 'neath young April's watery sky	C
The sun gleam'd warm and roads were dry	C
And though the valleys bush and tree	D
Still naked stood yet on the lea	D
A flush of green and fresh'ning glow	B
In melting patches 'gan to show	B
That swelling buds would soon again	E
In summer's livery bless the plain	F
The thrushes too 'gan clear their throats	G
And got by heart some two 'r three notes	G
Of their intended summer song	A
To cheer me as I stroll'd along	A
The wild heath triumph'd in its scenes	H
Of goss and ling's perpetual greens	H
And just to say that spring was come	I
The violet left its woodland home	J
And hermit like from storms and wind	K
Sought the best shelter it could find	K
'Neath long grass banks with feeble powers	L
Peeping faintly purple flowers	L
While oft unhous'd from beds of ling	M
The fluskering pheasant took to wing	M
And bobbing rabbits wild and shy	C
Their white tails glancing on the eye	C
Just prick'd their long ears list'ning round	N
And sought their coverts under ground	N
The heath was left and then at will	B
A road swept gently round the hill	B
From whose high crown as soodling by	C
A distant prospect cheer'd my eye	C
Of closes green and fallows brown	O
And distant glimpse of cot and town	O
And steeple beck'ning on the sight	P
By morning sun beams painted white	P
And darksome woods with shadings sweet	Q
To make the landscape round complete	Q
And distant waters glist'ning by	C
As if the ground were patch'd with sky	C
While on the blue horizon's line	R
The far off things did dimly shine	R
Which wild conjecture only sees	S
And fancy moulds to clouds and trees	S
Thinking if thither she could fly	C
She'd find the close of earth and sky	C
But as we turn to look again	E
On nearer objects wood and plain	F
So truths than fiction lovelier seem	T
One warms as wak'ning from a dream	T
From covert hedge on either side	U
The blackbirds flutter'd terrified	U
Mistaking me for pilfering boy	V
That doth too oft their nests destroy	V
And prink prink prink they took to wing	M
In snugger shades to build and sing	M
From tufted grass or bush the hare	W
Oft sprung from her endanger'd lair	W
Surprise was startled on her rout	X
So near one's feet she bolted out	X
The sun each tree top mounted o'er	Y
And got church steeple height or more	Z
And as I soodled on and on	A2
The ground was warm to look upon	A2
it e'en invited one to rest	B2
And have a nap upon its breast	B2
But thought upon my journey's end	C2
Where doubtful fancies did depend	C2
Urg'd on my lazy feet to roam	J
Like truant school boy kept from home	J
I ope'd each gate with idle swing	M
And stood to listen ploughmen sing	M
While cracking whip and jingling gears	D2
Recall'd the toils of boyish years	D2
When like to them I took my rounds	E2
O'er elting moulds of fallow grounds	E2
With feet nigh shoeless paddling through	F2
The bitterest blasts that ever blew	F2
And napless beaver weather'd brown	O
That want oft wore without its crown	O
A poor unfriended ragged boy	V
Prest ere a child with man's employ	V
'Tis past 'tis gone in musings lost	G2
So thought I leaning o'er the post	H2
And even jump'd with joy to see	D
Kind fate so highly favour me	D
To clear the storms of boyish hours	L
And manhood's opening strew with flowers	L
To bid such hopes man's summer blow	B
As boy's weak spring dare never sow	I2
And every day desires at will	B
To make each hope bloom brighter still	B
With joys as sweet as heart could melt	J2
With feelings dear as e'er were felt	J2
I met at last as like a spell	B
The 'witching views of Holywell	B
Where hills tower'd high their crowns with pride	U
And vales dropp'd headlong by their side	U
Bestriped with shades of green and gray	K2
The fir tree and the naked spray	K2
While underneath their mingling grains	L2
The river silver'd down the plains	L2
And bolted on the stranger's sight	P
As stars blink out from clouds at night	P
Beside the stream a cotter's shed	M2
Low in the hollow heav'd its head	M2
Its tenants seem'd as snug to dwell	B
As lives a bee within its cell	B
Its chimney top high ash embowers	L2
Beside its wall the river pours	L2
Its guggling sounds in whirling sweep	N2
That e'en might lull a child to sleep	N2
Before the door with paths untraced	M2
The green sward many a beauty graced	M2
And daisy there and cowslip too	M2
And buttercups of golden hue	M2
The children meet as soon as sought	M2
And gain their wish as soon as thought	M2
Who oft I ween the children's way	K2
Will leap the threshold's bounds to play	K2
And spite of parent's chiding calls	L2
Will straggle where the water falls	L2
And 'neath the hanging bushes creep	N2
For violet bud and primrose peep	N2
And sigh with anxious eager dream	T
For water blobs amid the stream	T
And up the hill side turn anon	O
To pick the daisies one by one	O
Then anxious to their cottage bound	M2
To show the prize their searches found	M2
Whose medley flowers red white and blue	M2
As well can please their parents too	M2
And as their care and skill contrive	O2
In flower pots many a day survive	O2
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Ah thus conjecturing musing still	B
I cast a look from off the hill	B
And loll'd me 'gainst a propping tree	D
And thought for them as 'twas with me	D
I did the same in April time	P2
And spoilt the daisy's earliest prime	P2
Robb'd every primrose root I met	M2
And oft times got the root to set	M2
And joyful home each nosegay bore	Z
And felt as I shall feel no more	Z

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