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voice greet thine ear. Silent is he in
the deep, unhappy daughter of Rey-
aiold !
I will fit by the ftream of the plain.
Ye rocks ! hang over my head. Hear
my voice, ye trees ! as ye bend on the
fliaggy hill. My voice fhall preferve
the praife of him, the hope of the
ifles ,

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