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Child of the Year! that round dost run
Thy course, bold lover of the sun,
As morning Leveret,
Art Nature's Favorite..
I met Louisa in the shade;
And she hath smiles to earth unknown;
She loves her fire, her Cottage-home;
Take all that's mine “beneath the moon,"
A barking sound the Shepherd hears,
The Dog is not of mountain breed;
It was a Cove, a huge Recess,
Tarn is a small Mere er Lake mostly high up in the