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Not undelightful now to roam
The wild heath sparkling on the sight;
Not undelightful now to pace
The forest's ample rounds;

And see the spangled branches shine,
And mark the moss of many a hue
That varies the old tree's brown bark,
Or o'er the grey stone spreads.

The cluster'd berries claim the eye
O'er the bright hollies gay green leaves;
The ivy round the leafless oak
Clasps its full foliage close.

So Virtue diffident of strength
Clings to Religion's firmer aid,
And by Religion's aid upheld
Endures calamity.