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Bepearling ev'ry lawn,;
To hail the gladfome dawn.
Nor more the pillow press ;
New joys your sense shall bless.
V. Whether along the velvet green, Adorning all the sylvan scene,
The fair incline to stray ; Where lofty trees o’erfhade the wave, And Zephyrs leave their secret cave,
Along the streams to play.
There lovely views the * river crown,
Where wit and beauty reign;
Sweet pleasure, mix'd with pain.
salubrious I fount to sip,
Immur'd in darksome shade ;
And scent the spicy glade.
Perfume the balmy air ;
And Nature's pleasures share.
gay health your cheeks adorn,
And fresh as early day ;
The world around shall say.
# The chalybeate spring near Gloucester.
| The laurel-leaved tulip tree. This beautiful tree is one of the greatest ornaments of the American woods, of which it is a native.
TIME! ftill urging to eternity,
In thy deep womb the world's vast actions
Kings, empires, thrones and nations fade away,
and horrid war still rule by turns,
What then avails t'invoke the sacred Nine,
USH'D was the air, the howling winds
The full orb'd moon a pallid lustre shed,
'Twas then aside the frozen Delaware,
Thus, as she rested on a bank of snow, Breathing deep sighs, and loft in speechless woe ; Sudden, a solemn murmur fill'd the air, And rous'd the Goddess from her trance of care.