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Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
On disappointed Love.
While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush
Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush
Converses with the Dove.
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Gently brawling down the turnpike road,
Sweetly noisy falls the Silent Stream--
The Moon emerges from behind a Cloud
And darts upon the Myrtle Grove her beam.
Ah! then what Lovely Scenes appear,
The hut, the Cot, the Grot, and Chapel queer,
And eke the Abbey too a mouldering heap,
Conceal'd by aged pines her head doth rear
And quite invisible doth take a peep.
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Comments1OH, THIS JUST WHISKS ME BACK TO MY YOUNGER YEARS WHEN I WAS FIRST INTRODUCED TO IT. IT'S STILL AS MOVING AND ETHEREAL TODAY. ITS DEPICTION OF NATURE AND LOVE IS SIMPLY UNFORGETTABLE, REALLY TUGS AT THE HEARTSTRINGS. SO GLAD I STUMBLED UPON IT AGAIN!