? SENTIMENTAL ?ONGS. The orchard,the meadow, the deep ?tangled wild-w. ood, And ev'ry 1ov'd spot which my infancy knew; ' The wide-spreadingpond,and the ?nill which stood by it, 'The bridge, and the rock where the cataract/'eli, The cot of my father, the dairy-hoose nigh it, The old oaken bucketrathe iron-bound bucket-- The moss cover'd bucket, which hung in the well. That moss-cover'd vessel I hail as a treasure, For often,. at noon, when return'd from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, 0 The purest and sweetest that nature can yield; How ardent I si?'d it with hands that were glowhlg, And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell, Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it ro? from tim well The old oaken bucket, &e. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As pois'd on the cord, i? inclin'd to my lips, N'ot a full blushing goblet could tempt me to ldav? it, Tho' fii!'d with the nectar that J.piter eips. And now far remov'd from the !ov'd situation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell, As fancy revisits my f?ther'a plantation, And sighs for the bucket which.hangs in the we!l-- The old oaken bucket, &e. OFT IN THE STILLY ?IGHT. 0? in the stilly night, ? Ere slumher's chain has'bound Fond mem'ry brings the light Of other_days around me; The smiles, the ?ears of boyhood's yearn, The wo.rds of love then spoken? The ey? that shone, now dimm'd and The zheerful hearts now broimn ! . r?u? ,? t,,h, ?t?!y night, &L
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