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...thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the...love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes...

...thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the...love of sacred song; but chief Thee Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes...

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...piercing ray, and find no dann ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses...love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit : nor sometimes...

...neither marked as quotations nor printed as poetry. The reader will easily recollect the following : Par. Lost, Book ¡ii. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn,...

...Yet not the more Cease 1 to wandw^wjigre the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunnyhill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, 30 That wash'd thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, TJiirlitly \ visit : nor sometimes forget Those...

...heav'nly Mute to venture down The dark deicertt, and up to reaicend, Tho' hard an 1 rare ! — Nor ceased to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit wiili tlie lore ot sacred *ong.'' Paraditc Loît. SKKM stretchM upon a flow'ry bank, «at one Upon...