The Garb of Old Gaul/Let Us Range Together

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An extract from Part 2 of "Solomon, a Serenata, in 3 parts"

4518388The Garb of Old Gaul — Let Us Range TogetherEdward Moore (1712-1757)

TOGETHER LET US RANGE.

Together let us range the fields,
Impearl'd with the morning dew,
Or view the fruit the vineyard yields,
Or the apples clustering bough:

There in close embowered shades,
Impervious to the noontide ray,
By tinkling rills—or rosy beds,
We'll love the sultry hours away.

FINIS.