TO
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On this
rock’s narrow brink, which o’erlooks
thy loved cot,
I sit at the close of the
day,
And watch the round moon just emerge o’er
that spot
Where the forest looks smiling
and gay.
And surely ’tis sweet, in this moment of peace,
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From
the world here shut out a while,
The scenes of my boyhood once more to retrace,
Though seldom e’er
blest with a smile.
And yet, I could wish to renew them again,
Had I one faithful
friend by my side,
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That
would freely partake of my pleasure or pain,
And console me, whatever
betide.
And oh! such a friend I could fancy in thee,
With a soul of the happiest
die, [Page 160]
Unruffled and pure, as that mirror I see
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Reflecting
a summer-eve sky.
But here, on my flute, I shall venture to raise
Those melodies, dearest,
of thine,
Whose every note speaks the transport of days
Which never again can be
mine.
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And oh! may its breathings, now softly drawn out,
Be as softly conveyed to
thine ear,
By the sweet fanning zephyrs, while sporting about,
To tell thee Slievegallin
is here. [Page 161]
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