How oft he'll stoop inquisitive to trace
The opening beauties of a daiseys face
& often witness with admiring eyes
The brooks sweet dimples oer the pebbles rise
& often bent as oer some magic spell
He’ll pause & [see] his shaped stone & shell
Raptures the while his inward powers inflame
& joys delight him which he cannot name
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