Jane summer is with thee thy fancy may chuse
Any amusement with thy sister the muse
Nor meet dissappointment in walking the fields
Endearing the pleasure that innocence yields

Where wild flowers are blossoming sweet in their joy
In Natures own scene where pleasures ne'er cloy
Light as a summer day softly you tread
Silent as evening o'er the daisey's bed
O'er meadows by Woodside by Brooklets she speeds
Ne'er gathering one of vain folly's weeds—
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