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SOS?ETS. 303 IX. COMPOSED ON A BANK,. WHERE SNOW-DROPS GREW. How spring-lik.e is the odour of these flowers, So faintly fragrant, ' bending o'er the stream, From the green bank above ! The pleasing theme Of days departed, and the fairy hour?, When, 'mid blithe April's dew-bespangled bowers, . I wander'd, jocund as the sunny gleam That laughs away the oft returning showers,-- Steals on my soul, resistless as a dream. O Memory,. not with sight, o.r.sound,.a. lone; Thy sympathies are link'd! thlg sway prevails O'er every sense, all Nature is thine own; Thy hand-maids are her strenms, her gro?es; her gales; From odours, too, thy magic art exhales. The subtle essence of delights, 10ng�10wn. ' ' ......... ?Google
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