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Poussin most pleasantly thy pictur'd scenes	A
Beguile the lonely hour I sit and gaze	B
With lingering eye till charmed FANCY makes	C
The lovely landscape live and the rapt soul	D
From the foul haunts of herded humankind	E
Flies far away with spirit speed and tastes	F
The untainted air that with the lively hue	G
Of health and happiness illumes the cheek	H
Of mountain LIBERTY My willing soul	D
All eager follows on thy faery flights	I
FANCY best friend whose blessed witcheries	I
With loveliest prospects cheat the traveller	J
O'er the long wearying desart of the world	K
Nor dost thou FANCY with such magic mock	L
My heart as demon born old Merlin knew	G
Or Alquif or Zarzafiel's sister sage	M
Whose vengeful anguish for so many a year	N
Held in the jacinth sepulchre entranced	O
Lisvart and Perion pride of chivalry	P
Friend of my lonely hours thou leadest me	P
To such calm joys as Nature wise and good	Q
Proffers in vain to all her wretched sons	I
Her wretched sons who pine with want amid	R
The abundant earth and blindly bow them down	S
Before the Moloch shrines of WEALTH and POWER	J
AUTHORS of EVIL Oh it is most sweet	T
To medicine with thy wiles the wearied heart	U
Sick of reality The little pile	V
That tops the summit of that craggy hill	W
Shall be my dwelling craggy is the hill	W
And steep yet thro' yon hazels upward leads	I
The easy path along whose winding way	X
Now close embowered I hear the unseen stream	Y
Dash down anon behold its sparkling foam	Z
Gleam thro' the thicket and ascending on	A2
Now pause me to survey the goodly vale	B2
That opens on my vision Half way up	C2
Pleasant it were upon some broad smooth rock	L
To sit and sun me and look down below	D2
And watch the goatherd down that high bank'd path	E2
Urging his flock grotesque and bidding now	F2
His lean rough dog from some near cliff to drive	G2
The straggler while his barkings loud and quick	H2
Amid their trembling bleat arising oft	I2
Fainter and fainter from the hollow road	J2
Send their far echoes till the waterfall	K2
Hoarse bursting from the cavern'd cliff beneath	L2
Their dying murmurs drown A little yet	M2
Onward and I have gain'd the upmost height	N2
Fair spreads the vale below I see the stream	Y
Stream radiant on beneath the noontide sky	O2
Where the town spires behind the castle towers	I
Rise graceful brown the mountain in its shade	P2
Whose circling grandeur part by mists conceal'd	Q2
Part with white rocks resplendant in the sun	R2
Should bound mine eyes aye and my wishes too	G
For I would have no hope or fear beyond	S2
The empty turmoil of the worthless world	K
Its vanities and vices would not vex	I
My quiet heart The traveller who beheld	K
The low tower of the little pile might deem	Y
It were the house of GOD nor would he err	T2
So deeming for that home would be the home	Z
Of PEACE and LOVE and they would hallow it	K
To HIM Oh life of blessedness to reap	U2
The fruit of honorable toil and bound	K
Our wishes with our wants delightful Thoughts	I
That sooth the solitude of maniac HOPE	V2
Ye leave her to reality awak'd	K
Like the poor captive from some fleeting dream	Y
Of friends and liberty and home restor'd	K
Startled and listening as the midnight storm	W2
Beats hard and heavy thro' his dungeon bars	I

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