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...little souls to sing ! * Inscribed on an urn in the flower-garden at Hafod. AN ITALIAN SONG. 1782. . DEAR is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds...And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange-groves and myrtle-bovvers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved...

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