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FEARS IN SOLITUDE.
WRITTEN, APRIL 1798, DURING THE ALARMS OF AN INVASION.
A green and silent spot amid the hills,
A small and silent dell!—O'er stiller place
No singing sky-lark ever pois'd himself!
The hills are heathy, save that swelling slope,
Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on,
All golden with the never-bloomless furze,
Which now blooms most profusely: but the dell,
Bath'd by the mist, is fresh and delicate,
As vernal corn field, or the unripe flax,
When, thro' its half-transparent stalks, at eve,
The level sunshine glimmers with green light.
Oh! 'tis a quiet spirit-healing nook,
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