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Where gentle Deva 's lucid waters glide
In flow meanders thro' the winding vale,
And sertile C ESTRIA 's pastures green divide;
Deep in the bosom of a sheltering dale
By uplands guarded from the wintry gale,
In rustic fite a lowly village stands,
Not laid in form exact with artful scale,
But scatter'd wide by Chance's careless hands
'Mid woods, and breezy hills, and lawns, and sallow'd lands.
In flow meanders thro' the winding vale,
And sertile C ESTRIA 's pastures green divide;
Deep in the bosom of a sheltering dale
By uplands guarded from the wintry gale,
In rustic fite a lowly village stands,
Not laid in form exact with artful scale,
But scatter'd wide by Chance's careless hands
'Mid woods, and breezy hills, and lawns, and sallow'd lands.
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