English poem
A Pindaric Acrostic
by Anonymous
Go breathe the sweets of yon fair bower, Each fragrant breeze and balmy flower; Or there avoid the dripping shower: Retir'd within its circling arms, Graceful trees whose native charms Erect a green recluse. In softest accent tuneful birds, Amidst the boughs in plaintive words, Chaunt their songs profuse. Kind and gentle down the hill, Slowly drops the purling rill; Only here are rural sweets, No vice surrounds their verdant seats.
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