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Ye tufted Groves! ye gently falling Rills!
Ye high o'ershadowing Hills!
Ye Lawns! gay-smiling with eternal green,
Oft' have you my Lucy seen!
But never shall you now behold her more,
Nor will she now with fond delight
And taste refin'd your rural charms explore:
Clos'd are those beauteous eyes in endless night,
Those beauteous eyes, where beaming us'd to shine
Reason's pure light and Virtue's spark divine.
Ye high o'ershadowing Hills!
Ye Lawns! gay-smiling with eternal green,
Oft' have you my Lucy seen!
But never shall you now behold her more,
Nor will she now with fond delight
And taste refin'd your rural charms explore:
Clos'd are those beauteous eyes in endless night,
Those beauteous eyes, where beaming us'd to shine
Reason's pure light and Virtue's spark divine.
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