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Let me, 'neath the blueHeav'nly canopy serene

Fullness waxes in my breastOf emotions social, blest;Friendship's nurtured膌ove awakes,--And the silence Phoebus breaksOf his mountains, of his vales,Sweetly blow the balmy gales;All for whom he shows affection,Who are worthy his protection,Gladly follow his direction.

WHEN Diogenes quietly sunn'd himself in his barrel,