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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.
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