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True pleasure breathes not city air
Nor in Arts temples dwells
In palaces and towers where
The voice of Grandeur swells

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No, Seek it where high nature holds
Her court mid stately groves
Where she her majesty unfolds
And in fresh beauty moves

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Where thousand birds of sweetest song
The wildly rushing storm
And hundred streams which glide along
Her mighty concert form

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Go where the woods in beauty sleep
Bathed in pale Luna's light
Or where among their branches sweep
The Hollow winds of night

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Go where the warbling nigh[t]ingale
In gushes rich doth sing
Till all the lonely quiet vale
With melody doth ring

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Go sit upon a Mountain steep
And view the prospect round
The hills and vale's the valleys sweep
The far horizons bound

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Then view the wide sky overhead
The still deep vault of blue
The sun which golden light doth shed
The clouds of pearly hue

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And as you gaze on this vast scene
Your thoughts will journey far
Though hundred years should roll between
On times swift passing car

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To ages when the earth was young
When patriarchs grey & old
The praises of their God oft sung
And oft his mercies told

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You see them with their beards of snow
Their robes of ample form
Their lives whose peaceful gentle flow
Felt seldom passions storm

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Then a calm solemn pleasure steals
Into your inmost mind
A quiet amen your spirit feels
A softened stillness kind