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NEVER did music sink into my soul
WRITTEN AT CLARENS.
STRANGER! if from the crowded walks of life
'O'er nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled,' Let this sweet spot thy roving steps arrest.
Say, dwells the canker care within thy breast?
Go! join the mincing measures of the crowd,
My soul could not repay.--There was a tię
Though I forgive,-I never can forget!