In Horto Rev. J. Still

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Title:     In Horto Rev. J. Still
Author: William Lisle Bowles [More Titles by Bowles]

APUD KNOYLE, VILLAM AMOENISSIMAM.

Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree
Rest thee, the hills beyond, and flowery meads,
Surveying; and if Nature's charms may wake
A sweet and silent transport at thine heart,
In spring-time, whilst the bee hums heedless nigh,
Rejoice! for thee the verdant spot is dressed,
Circled with laurels green, and sprinkled o'er
With many a budding rose: the shrubs all ring
To the birds' warblings, and by fits the air
Whispers amid the foliage o'er thine head!
Rejoice, and oh! if life's sweet spring be thine,
So gather its brief rose-buds, and deceive
The cares and crosses of humanity.

[The end]
William Lisle Bowles's poem: In Horto Rev. J. Still

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