The Garb of Old Gaul/Let Us Range Together

by Edward Moore (1712-1757)

For other versions of this work, see Together Let Us Range the Fields.

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TOGETHER LET US RANGE.

Together let us range the fields,
 Impearl'd with the morning dew,
Or view the fruit the vineyard yields,
 Or the apples clustering bough:

There in close embowered shades,
 Impervious to the noontide ray,
By tinkling rills—or rosy beds,
 We'll love the sultry hours away.

 

FINIS.