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THE
YOUNG MAN's DREAM.
DEAR bleſs me, have I waken'd
out of my ſilent dream!
I dream'd I was low ſeated
beneath yon purling ſtream,
Where the water does flow clearly,
and Nature shows her gift,
Where the pretty trout and ſalmon
ſkip along the rocks and clift.
I had not long there been,
till there approach'd the shore
A beautiful young damſel
failing with her golden oar!
Her mariners in crimſon
near as I could diſcern,
While one more fairer than the reſt
ſat on her gilded ſtern.
Her maſt was made of amber,
and ſilk cords did them bind;
Her ſails they were as white as ſnow,
made of the holland fine.
With ornaments of muſic
