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PASTORALS.
Mean-time, on oaten pipe a lowly lay, As my kids browse, obscure in shades I play: 16Yet, not obscure, while Dorset thinks no scornTo visit woods, and swains ignobly born.
 Two valley swains, both musical, both young,Tn friendship mutual, and united long; 20 Retire within a mossy cave, to shun The crowd of shepherds, and the noon-day sun.A gloom of sadness overcasts their mind:Revolving now, the solemn day they find, 24When youg Albino died, His image dearBedews their cheeks with many a trickling tear:To tears they add the tribute of their verse;These Angelot, those Palin, did rehearse. 28
ANGELOT. Thus, yearly circling, by-past times return;And yearly, thus, Albino's death we mourn.Sent into life, alas! how short thy stay:How sweet the rose! how speedy to decay! 32 Can we forget, Albino dear, thy knell,Sad-sounding wide from every village-bell?Can we forget how sorely Albion moan'd,That hills, and dales, and rocks, in echo groan'd, 36

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