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| GLORY and loveliness have passed away; | |
| For if we wander out in early morn, | |
| No wreathed incense do we see upborne | |
| Into the east, to meet the smiling day: | |
| No crowd of nymphs soft voic’d and young, and gay, | 5 |
| In woven baskets bringing ears of corn, | |
| Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn | |
| The shrine of Flora in her early May. | |
| But there are left delights as high as these, | |
| And I shall ever bless my destiny, | 10 |
| That in a time, when under pleasant trees | |
| Pan is no longer sought, I feel a free | |
| A leafy luxury, seeing I could please | |
| With these poor offerings, a man like thee. | |
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| See Notes. |
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