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Grapes with juice so crowded up,
As breaking through their native cup,
Figs, yet growing, candied o'er,
By the sun's attracting power;
Cherries, with the downy peach
All within my easy reach;
Whilst creeping near the humble ground,
Should the strawberry be found
Springing wheresoe'er I strayed 40
Through those windings and that shade.
Give me there (since heaven has shewn
It was not good to be alone)
A partner suited to my mind,
Solitary, pleased, and kind;
Who, partially, may something see
Preferred to all the world in me;
Slighting by my humble side
Fame and splendor, wealth and pride.
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