to your rude health,

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• Daphne

Ye birds for whom I reared this grove, with melting lays salute my love, my Daphne with your notes detain or I have reared my grove in vain,
ye flowers before her footsteps rise, display at once your brightest dyes, that she at once your opening charms may see, or what are all your charms to me?
ye streams if e’er your banks I loved, if e’er your native sounds improved, may each soft murmus sooth my fair, or sure ’twill deepen my despair.

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• Ye birds for whom I reared this grove, with...