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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