...at the Fountain's Hiding foot, Or at Tome Fruit.tree's moffy Root, Cafting the Bodies Veil alide, . My Soul into the Boughs does glide : There like a Bird it firs, and fings, Then whers and claps irs filver Wings ; And, 'rill prepar'd for longer flight, Waves...

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...happiness : The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending; these, Far other worlds, and other seas;...into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves...

...happyness ; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, eaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him...in the train of night, If better thou belong not fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There,...

...happiness. The mind, that ocean, where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at tome fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My SOD! into the boughs does glide ; There,...

...happiness : The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas...into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves...

...happiness : The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas...into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves...

...happiness : The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending; these, Far other worlds, and other seas...into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves...

...mind, that oeean where eaeh kind Dot-i straight its own resemblanee find ; Yet it ereates, transeending Thomas Davison for Thomas Tegg fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There,...

...happiness. The mind, that ocean, where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas...My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a hird, it sits and smgs, Then wets and claps its silver wmgs ; And, till prepared for longer flight,...