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ODE to INNOCENCE.
IT WAS when the flow-declining ray
1 Had ting'd the cloud with evening gold ; No warbler pour'd the melting lay, No lound disturb’d the deeping fold.
When by a murmuring till reclin'd
“ Hail Innocence! celestial maid !
“On thee attends a radiant Quire,
“O sent from heav'n to haunt the grove, “ Where squinting Envy ne'er can come!
“Nor pines the cheek with luckless love, “Nor Anguish chills the living bloom.
“ But spotless Beauty rob’d in white
“Grant, heav’nly power ! thy peaceful sway
“ Far in the shady sweet retreat
“ Let dove-ey'd Peace her wreath bestow,
“ Soft as in Delia's snowy breast,