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FOR THE GAZETTE OF THE UNITED STATES.
SONNET.

	NATURE, sweet mistress of the pensive mind!
	As on the sandy shore I musing stand,
	And see around the wonders of thy hand,
	I feel each passion soothed–each sense refin'd.

	The icy plains above the whispering tide,
	The dreary woods that bound th' extensive view,
	The light blue clouds that Sol's pale lustre hide,
	Vary thy charms, and every charm renew.

	Thee, when young Spring sports on the spangled green;
	When Summer blushes in her rosy bowers;
	When welcome Autumn yellow plenty showers;
	Or Winter storms amid the altered scene;
	Still let me love–still woo thee to my arms,
	For Peace and Virtue bless the Heart that Nature charms.

March 3, 1792. HENRY.