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Oh day! as innocent, as fair!-and thou,
Fair as the day, and young and innocent,
Sweet maiden; thou not seldom to thine eye
(As oft again on these retiring sands

Thy evening footsteps shall be seen) wilt call
'Mid blushing smiles, and sunny tears, that speak
Of fond remembrance, all that memory holds.
Of this sweet pilgrimage :-the winding shore,
The soft enamell'd margin-the long sweep
Of those majestic woods, which o'er the wave
Flung deep their emerald shadows,-the far hills;
The grey rock, with its blue springs trickling down
Through thick concealing foliage;-and the vale,
The long withdrawing vale, where Deben winds
His solitary wave from shore to shore,

To where the fountains of the Ocean lie.

J. M.

BENHALL,

20th September, 1835.

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