Sang XV., p.225.

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Wat ye wha I met Yestreen


Sung by Sir William, p. 54. 


NOW from rusticity, and love, 

Whose flames but over lowly burn, 

My gentle shepherd must be drove, 

His soul must take another turn: 

As the rough diamond from the mine, 

In breakings only shews its light. 

‘Till polishing has made it shine, 

Thus learning makes the genius bright. 

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