Fair grows the tree by the side of the fountain
Green green grows the grass in the falls of the plain
Sweet smells the thyme on the caps of the mountains
& sweet from the woods thrills the Mavis his strains
The fair dripping branches & grasses green blooming
Adorn the cool fountain & carpet the plain
& molehills of thyme the wild mountains perfuming
Still do they bloom but to please me in vain
Mavis = Thrush
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