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" Ye brown o'er-arching groves,
That contemplation loves,
Oft at the blush of dawn
I trod your level lawn, Oft wooed the gleam of Cynthia° silver-bright In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, With Freedom by my side, and soft-eyed Melan
But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth 35
With solemn steps and slow,
From haughty Gallia torn,
And either Henry there,
That broke the bonds of Rome.°
Their human passions now no more,
All that on Granta's fruitful plaino
Rich streams of regal bounty poured,
And thus they speak in soft accord
“What is grandeur, what is power?
Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud 65
The venerable Margaret seeo !
To this, thy kindred train, and me:
Thy liberal heart, thy judging eye, The flower unheeded shall descry,
And bid it round heaven's altars shed
Lo! Granta waits to lead her blooming band,
Not obvious, not obtrusive, she
Nor dares with courtly tongue refined 80 Profane thy inborn royalty of mind:
She reveres herself and thee. With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow, The laureate wreath, that Cecilo wore, she brings, And to thy just, thy gentle hand,
85 Submits the fasceso of her sway, While spirits blest above and men below Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay.
VIII. GRAND CHORUS
“Through the wild waves as they roar, With watchful eye and dauntless mien,
Thy steady course of honor keep, Nor fear the rocks, nor seek the shore: The star of Brunswicko smiles serene,
And gilds the horrors of the deep."
THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN
SHOWING HOW HE WENT FURTHER THAN HE INTENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN
JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
“Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we
No holiday have seen.
“My sister, and my sister's child,
Myself, and children three,