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...when I started for my present ramble. Although it wan now ' She, gentle hc«rt, thinki it no pain t» please, Nor, like the moody songsters of the world, Displays her talent, pleases, takes afitont, And locks it up in «nvy.' HUKD1X. I passed on, and m«t the last load of hay coming from...

...crowd Into a puny point! The nightingale, Her folo anthem Tung, and all that heard, Content, joins in the chorus of the day. She, gentle heart, thinks it no pain to pleafe, Nor, like the moody fongflers of the world, Juft (hews her talent, pleafes, takes affront,...

...crowd Into a puny point ! The nightingale, Her folo anthem fung, and all that heard Content, joins in the chorus of the day. She, gentle heart, thinks it no pain to pleafe, Nor, like the moody fongfters of the world, Juft fhews her talent, pleafes, takes affront,...

...thinks it no pain to pleafc, Nor, like the moody fongflers of the world, Juft (hew* her talent, pleafes, takes affront, And locks it up in envy. Now we hear The golden wood-pecker, that like the fool Laughs loud at nothing. Now the r. !'.!• I , py*. So pert and garrulous. A goflip...

...crowd Into a puny paint! The nightingale, Her folo anthem fung, and all that heard, Content, joins in the chorus of the day, She, gentle heart, thinks it no pain- to pleafe, Niir, like the moody fongfters of the world, Juft Juft fhows her talent, pleafes, takes affront,...

...nature crowd Into a puny point ! The nightingale Her solo anthem sung, and all that heard Content joins in the chorus of the day, She, gentle heart, thinks...please, Nor, like the moody songsters of the world, Just shews her talent, pleases, takes affront, And locks it up in envy. I love to fee the little goldfmch...

...nature crowd Into a puny point! The nightingale, Her solo anthem sung, and all who heard, Content, joins in the chorus of the day. She, gentle heart, thinks...envy. Now we hear The golden wood-pecker, who like the foo.1 Laughs loud at nothing.^ Now the restless pye • So, pert and garrulous, from morn to night...

...crowd Into a puny point ! The nightingale, Her solo anthem sung, and all that heard, Content, joins in the chorus of the day, She, gentle heart, thinks...please, Nor, like the moody songsters of the world, Just shows her talent, pleases, takes affront, And locks it up in envy. I love to see the little goldfinch...

...nature erowd Into a puny point! The nightingale, Her solo anthem sung, and all who heard Content, joins in the chorus of the day. She, gentle heart, thinks...talent, pleases, takes affront, And locks it up in envy. ***** I love to see the little goldfineh pluck The groundsel's feather'd seed, and twit and twit, And...