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Nor there the Pine-grove to the midnight blast
Makes solemn music! But th' unceasing rill
To the soft Wren or Lark's descending trill
Murmurs sweet undersong mid jasmin bowers.
In this same pleasant meadow, at your will,^{[errata 1]}
I ween, you wander'd—there collecting flow'rs
Of sober tint, and herbs of med'cinable powers!

There for the monarch-murder'd Soldier's tomb
You wove th' unfinish'd^[1] wreath of saddest hues;
And to that holier^[2] chaplet added bloom
Besprinkling it with Jordan's cleansing dews.
But lo your ^[3]Henderson awakes the Muse——

1. War, a Fragment.
2. John the Baptist, a Poem.
3. Monody on John Henderson.

Errata

1. Original: at your will; was amended to at your will,: detail