SOLITUDE.
Grant, 0 ye healing Nymphs, that have your haunts
By rock and stream and lonely forest-glade.
The boon which, in their bosoms' silent depths,
Your votaries crave ! Unto the sad of heart
Give comfort — knowledge unto him that doubts —
Possession to the lover, and its joy.
For unto you the Gods have given, what they
Denied to man — to aid and to console
All those soe'er, who put their trust in you.
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