Citation - New York Journal-New York: 1769.06.08

NYJ-N.769.073
8 Jun 1769:41 (1379)
A WISH: by a Lady.
A neat little box by the side of a hill, 
At the bottom of which runs a murmuring rill,
The soil should be healthy, and temp'rate the air,
And, to add to my prospect, I'd have a parterre.
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Instead of Italians, the linnet and thrush
Wou'd with harmony greet me from every bush;
Those gay feather'd songsters do rapture inspire!
What music so soft as the heav'nly choir?
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