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TO THE RISING SUN.
From the red wave rising bright,
Lift on high thy golden head;
O’er the misty mountains, spread Thy smiling rays of orient light! See the golden god appear ; Flies the fiend of darkness drear; Flies, and in her gloomy train, Sable Grief, and Care, and Pain! See the golden god advance! On Taurus' heights his coursers prance : With him haste the vernal hours, Breathing sweets, and drooping flowers. Laughing Summer at his side, Waves her locks in rosy pride ; And Autumn bland with aspect kind, Bears his golden sheaf behind. O haste, and spread the purple day O’er all the wide ethereal way ; Nature mourns at thy delay. God of glory, haste away! From the red wave rising bright,
Lift on high thy golden head ;
O’er the misty mountains, spread Thy smiling rays of orient light!
FAREWELL the fields of Irwan's vale,
My infant years where Fancy led; And sooth'd me with the western gale,
Her wild dreams waving round my head, While the blithe blackbird told his tale : Farewell the fields of Irwan's vale !
The primrose on the valley's side,
The green thyme on the mountain's head, The wanton rose, the daisy pied,
The wilding's blossom blushing red; No longer I their sweets inhale : Farewell the fields of Irwan's vale!
How oft, within yon vacant shade,
Has evening clos'd my careless eye: How oft, along those banks, I've stray'd,
And watch'd the wave that wander'd by. Full long their loss shall I bewail :. Farewell the fields of Irwan's vale!
Yet still, within yon vacant grove,
To mark the close of parting day ;
And watch the wave that winds away ;
THE ETERNAL PROVIDENCE.
Life of the world, Immortal Mind!
Though thou this transient being gave,
And still this poor contracted span,
Through Error's make, through Folly's night, The lamp of Reason lends me light.
When stern affliction waves her rod,
Affliction flies, and Hope returns ;
O may I still thy favour prove !