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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 7, Issue 354, 1 March 1866, Page 1

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.LIKES \ON SOLITUDE. OTHEUE Is a charm In solitude, vi/ When no one else is near. When no harsh feet or accents rude Offend the listening ear; When nothing hut the murm’ring stream Is softly heard to flow, Or gentle zephyr’s whisp’rlng breath Sounds musically low. Tet this is not all solitude. Nor are we quite alone, The voices breathing In the wood Eecal the friends long gone; The murm’ring of the waters, too. Seems as of other years— It speaks, and soothing is the sound. And calms our thoughtful fears. 1 love in native solitude To wander and to muse, To ramble through the lonely wood. And woo the wand’rlng Musa; To sit upon seme ancient tree, By angry winds blown down. Or wander slowly by the sea, far irom the busy town. Or up some mountain’s barren breast, Or down the vale's green sward, Along the loved Alnuna’s banks, Or round the old churchyard; Or on some aged mossy stone Awhile to take my rest. And bury all my sorrows deep Within my youthful breast. Within the busy town there are Few charms to keep me there. And better than them all I love To breathe pure Spring air— The air that round my native place Can fill my breast with Joy, _ And time shall And me love tVstlll, And never shall it cloy. Awake, thou pleasures of my breast. Though homeward I depart, The thoughts of Joys that 1 have left Can never leave my heart; Though crowded cares come over me. And cause me more to pine, . Tet will the charms of solitude For evermore be mine. Jons L. Lccxlkt.