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Thy verdant scenes O Goulder's hill	A
Once more I seek a languid guest	B
With throbbing temples and with burden'd breast	B
Once more I climb thy steep aerial way	C
O faithful cure of oft returning ill	A
Now call thy sprightly breezes round	D
Dissolve this rigid cough profound	D
And bid the springs of life with gentler movement play	C
How gladly 'mid the dews of dawn	E
My weary lungs thy healing gale	F
The balmy west or the fresh north inhale	F
How gladly while my musing footsteps rove	G
Round the cool orchard or the sunny lawn	E
Awak'd I stop and look to find	H
What shrub perfumes the pleasant wind	H
Or what wild songster charms the Dryads of the grove	G
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Now ere the morning walk is done	I
The distant voice of health I hear	J
Welcome as beauty's to the lover's ear	J
Droop not nor doubt of my return she cries	K
Here will i 'mid the radiant calm of noon	L
Meet thee beneath yon chesnut bower	M
And lenient on thy bosom pour	N
That indolence divine which lulls the earth and skies	K
The goddess promis'd not in vain	O
I found her at my favorite time	P
Nor wish'd to breathe in any softer clime	P
While half reclin'd half slumbering as I lay	C
She hover'd o'er me Then among her train	O
Of nymphs and zephyrs to my view	Q
Thy gracious form appear'd anew	Q
Then first o heavenly Muse unseen for many a day	C
In that soft pomp the tuneful maid	R
Shone like the golden star of love	S
I saw her hand in careless measures move	T
I heard sweet preludes dancing on her lyre	U
While my whole frame the sacred sound obey'd	R
New sunshine o'er my fancy springs	V
New colours clothe external things	V
And the last glooms of pain and sickly plaint retire	U
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O Goulder's hill by thee restor'd	W
Once more to this inliven'd hand	X
My harp which late resounded o'er the land	X
The voice of glory solemn and severe	Y
My Dorian harp shall now with mild accord	W
To thee her joyful tribute pay	C
And send a less ambitious lay	C
Of friendship and of love to greet thy master's ear	J
For when within thy shady seat	Z
First from the sultry town he chose	A2
And the tir'd senate's cares his wish'd repose	A2
Then wast thou mine to me a happier home	P
For social leisure where my welcome feet	Z
Estrang'd from all the intangling ways	B2
In which the restless vulgar strays	B2
Through nature's simple paths with ancient faith might roam	P
And while around his sylvan scene	C2
My Dyson led the white wing'd hours	D2
Oft from the Athenian Academic bowers	D2
Their sages came oft heard our lingering walk	E2
The Mantuan music warbling o'er the green	C2
And oft did Tully's reverend shade	R
Though much for liberty afraid	R
With us of letter'd ease or virtuous glory talk	E2
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But other guests were on their way	C
And reach'd erelong this favor'd grove	G
Even the celestial progeny of Jove	G
Bright Venus with her all subduing son	I
Whose golden shaft most willingly obey	C
The best and wisest As they came	P
Glad Hymen wav'd his genial flame	P
And sang their happy gifts and prais'd their spotless throne	F2
I saw when through yon festive gate	G2
He led along his chosen maid	R
And to my friend with smiles presenting said	H2
Receive that fairest wealth which heaven assign'd	H
To human fortune Did thy lonely state	G2
One wish one utmost hope confess	I2
Behold she comes to adorn and bless	I2
Comes worthy of thy heart and equal to thy mind	H

Mark Akenside

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