The woods decay, the woods decay and fall There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream Thou fool! That gloriest in having power to ravish 54 96 78 106 34 What though the field be lost? 136 PAGE Witch-elms that counterchange the floor Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build 158 2 Yet thanks I must you con Yet think not that I come to urge thy crimes Youth rambles on life's arid mount CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY C. J. CLAY, M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS. 50 140 |