The Power of Solitude/Lines

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LINES, WRITTEN ON A HERMITAGE.
Nymphs, who court the glowing day, Seek with us the enchanted grove,Where no lawless footsteps. stray, To blight the tender flowers of love.
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Here content with smiling face Weaves the myrtle wreaths of peace;Nature charms with chastened grace, Sighs of hope and anguish cease.
Hither bend your wildered feet, Undisturbed by riot rude;Kindred souls delight to meet Mid the cells of Solitude.

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