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Child of the Year! that round dost run Thy course, bold lover of the sun, And chearful when the day's begun
As morning Leveret, Thou long the Poet's praise shalt gain ; Thou wilt be more belov'd by men I. times to come; thou not in vain
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,"
If I with her but half a noon · May sit beneath the walls
Of some old cave, or mossy nook,
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 or Lake mostly bigh up in the