Granduers grove

Wild delights of natures shade
Sings its songs of Infancy 
Could my humble songs perswade 
Neer an ax should injure thee 
Many a line should thee recall 
As its green head stoopd the ground 
O to see my favrites fall 
My soul shudders at the sound 
Granduers groves my eye disdains 
Uniformd to art & skill 
Natures freedom suits my strains 
Where thy branches spread

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