Iii

In Freedom's UNDIVIDED dell, Where Toil and Health with mellow'd Love shall dwell, Far from folly, far from men, In the rude romantic glen, Up the cliff, and thro' the glade, Wandering with the dear-lov'd maid, I shall listen to the lay, And ponder on thee far away Still, as she bids those thrilling notes aspire ('Making my fond attuned heart her lyre'), Thy honour'd form, my Friend! shall reappear, And I will thank thee with a raptur'd tear.

1795.