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Samuel Johnson - Song
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Not the soft sighs of vernal gales,
The fragrance of the flowery vales,
The murmurs of the crystal rill,
The vocal grove, the verdant hill;
Not all their charms, though all unite,
Can touch my bosom with delight.

Not all the gems on India`s shore,
Not all Peru`s unbounded store,
Not all the power, nor all the fame,
That heroes, kings, or poets claim;
Nor knowledge which the learn`d approve,
To form one wish my soul can move.

Yet Nature`s charms allure my eyes,
And knowledge, wealth, and fame I prize;
Fame, wealth, and knowledge I obtain,
Nor seek I Nature`s charms in vain;
In lovely Stella all combine,
And, lovely Stella! thou art mine.
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