Native Scenes

O native scenes for ever, ever dear
So blest so happy where I long have been
So charmd with nature in each varied scene
To leave ye all is cutting & severe
Ye hanging bushes that from winds woud screen
Where oft I've shelterd from an april's shower
In youths past bliss in Childhoods happy hour
Ye Woods I've wanderd searching out the nest
Ye Meadows gay that reard me many a flower
Culling my cow slips I've been doubly blest
Huming gay fancies As I bound the prize
O Fate unkind beloved scenes adieu
Your vanishd pleasures crowd my swimming eyes
& makes this wounded heart to bleed anew

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