VII. O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
O SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,-
Natureís observatory - whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its riverís crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
íMongst boughs pavillioníd, where the deerís swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though Iíll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refiníd,
Is my soulís pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
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