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To D.
A thousand delicate fibres link
My Heart in love to thee dear Maid
Though thine be youth’s ^rejoicing ^ prime
My lively vigour long decayed.
Thou art a native of these hills
And their prized nursling still has been
And thou repay’st their fostering love
And testify thy happy looks, thy graceful joyous mien.
This mountain land delights us both
We love each rocky hill;
I hither came in age mature
With thoughtful choice and placid Will.
And I have found the peace I sought
Which though unsought hast found x x
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