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Alike they smile on you and me,
Like Nature and sweet Liberty!

While pleasure's fleeting form you trace

In Mona's distant isle,

And leave forlorn your native place
Where rural beauties smile :
Congenial see them smile for me,
Then do not grudge my Liberty.

ENEAS pass'd with branch of gold
The gloomy gates below:
And silver branches, I am told,

Can smooth your porter's brow; But wand'ring Highland folks like me, Can seldom purchase Liberty.

While musing by the Tilt I stood,
And view'd its wand'ring tide,
Uprose a Naiad from the flood,

And beckoning, shew'd its side:
I took the kindly hint with glee,
And scrambled hard for Liberty..

Beneath the bridge's bending arch
My vent'rous steps she led,
Till by yon ancient weeping larch
I laid my wearied head:

While birds methought on every tree
Rejoicing hail'd my Liberty!

The leaden gods above the gate
Aghast with wonder stood,
Olympian Jove, his vixen mate,
And all the heathen brood:
Bravo! cried thievish MERCURY,
'Tis right to steal sweet Liberty!

PEACEFUL SHADES.

"My dear-lov'd home,

"Which trees embosom, and which hills defend."

SHENSTONE.

YE peaceful shades! that guard my dear-lov'd home

From the chill blasts that stip the fading grove, While far from that sequester'd scene I roam, Which justly claims my venerating love.

Long may the verdure linger on your boughs,

Which wont in happier times to deck the shepherd's

brows!

And thou, sweet stream, that wand'ring thro' the vale With mazy windings, lead'st thy waves along; May thy translucent waters never fail

To feed the lake or aid the rural song:

For echo pleas'd retains thy murmurs sweet,

Where with the bubbling Tarfe thy lucidwaters meet.

Fair is the bosom of that peaceful lake
When the soft zephyr on its bosom sleeps ;
Dreadful the roar its troubled waters make,

When winter's rage declining Nature weeps:
Oh! may its glassy surface still present
The well-known dear abode of calm content!

Ye woods of wild Glentarfe, whose pensive gloom Round SYLVIA's dwelling spreads a solemn shade; How dear to memory is your former bloom,

When SYLVIA's sprightly converse cheer'd the glade. When spring returns to deck the green retreat, Again with joy I'll hail the well-known seat,

The scene of social joys and tranquil pleasures sweet.

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