In the wood

Wild winds no longer rustle in the wood 
The hasty rains cease bubbling on the flood 
Like the noon day as silent & as calm 
While scenes refreshd present a sweeter charm 
Each pearly drop Flowers burthend sweets renew 
The clouds divide—the sky is clothd in blue 
Oer the green hills the slopeing sun declines 
Dashd in the soil the hasty shower combines 
The muddy streams flow rapid tingd with red 
& guggles furious oer their stony bed 
& still ye murmur sweet—increasing streams 
Tho not so sweet as yon far music seems

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