Written in the Album at Cuddesdon Palace

W HOE'ER from Cuddesdon's pastoral shade
Shall seek the green hill's point, and gaze
On Oxford in the “watery glade,”
And seem half-lost in memory's maze,
Much wondering where his thoughts of good
Have flown, since last in that lone nook he stood,
But wondering more untiring Love should be
So busy round the unworthiest;—let him see
There hath before him been one musing e'en as he.
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