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Till all my soul each tumult charm'd away,
Yields, gently led, to Virtue's easy sway.

By thee, inspired, O Virtue, Age is young,
And music warbles from the faultering tongue :
Thy ray creative cheers the clouded brow,
And decks the faded cheek with rosy glow,
Brightens the joyless aspect, and supplies
Pure heavenly lustre to the languid eyes :
But when Youth's living bloom reflects thy beams,
Resistless on the view the glory streams,
Love, Wonder, Joy, alternately alarm,
And Beauty dazzles with angellic charm.

Ah whither fled! ye dear illusions stay !
Lo, pale and silent lies the lovely clay.
How are the roses on that cheek decay'd,
Which late the purple light of youth display'd!
Health on her form each sprightly grace bestow'd;
With life and thought each speaking feature glow'd.
Fair was the blossom, soft the vernal sky;
Elate with hope we deem'd no tempest nigh;
When lo, a whirlwind's instantaneous gust
Left all its beauties withering in the dust.

Cold the soft hand, that soothed Wo's weary head ! And quench'd the eye, the pitying tear that shed ! And mute the voice, whose pleasing accents stole, Infusing balm, into the rankled soul! O Death, why arm with cruelty thy power, And spare the idle weed, yet lop the flower! Why Ay thy shafts in lawless error driven ! Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven! But peace, bold thought! be still, my bursting heart! We, not ELIZA, felt the fatal dart. Escaped the dungeon does the slave complain, Nor bless the friendly hand that broke the chain? Say, pines not Virtue for the lingering morn, On this dark wild condemn'd to roam forlorn ? Where Reason's meteor-rays, with sickly glow, O'er the dun gloom a dreadful glimmering throw; Disclosing dubious to th' affrighted eye O'erwhelming mountains tottering from on high, Black billowy deeps in storm perpetual toss'd, And weary ways in wildering labyrinths lost. O happy stroke, that burst the bonds of clay, Darts through the rending gloom the blaze of day,

And wings the soul with boundless flight to soar, Where dangers threat, and fears alarm no more.

Transporting thought! here let'me wipe away The tear of grief and wake a bolder lay. But ah! the swimming eye o'erflows anew ; Nor check the sacred drops to pity due ; Lo, where in speechless, hopeless anguish, bend O'er her loved dust, the Parent, Brother, Friend! How vain the hope of man! But cease thy strain, Nor Sorrow's dread solemnity profane ; Mix'd with yon drooping Mourners, on her bier In silence shed the sympathetic tear.

ODE TO HOPE.

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THOU, who glad'st the pensive soul, More than Aurora's smile the swain forlorn, Left all night long to mourn Where desolation frowns, and tempests howl; And shrieks of wo, as intermits the storm, Far o'er the monstrous wilderness resound, And cross the gloom darts many a shapeless form, And many a fire-eyed visage glares around. O come, and be once more my guest. Come, for thou oft thy suppliant's vow hast heard, And oft with smiles indulgent cheard And soothed him into rest.

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Smit by thy rapture-beaming eye
Deep flashing through the midnight of their mind,
The sable bands combined,
Where Fear's black banner bloats the troubled sky,
Apallid retire. Suspicion hides her head,
Nor dares th' obliquely gleaming eyeball raise ;
Despair, with gorgon-figured veil o'erspread,

Speeds to dark Phlegethon's detested maze.
Lo, startled at the heavenly ray,
With speed unwonted Indolence upsprings,
And, heaving, lifts her leaden wings,
And sullen glides away :

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Ten thousand forms, by pining Fancy view'd,
Dissolve. Above the sparkling flood
When Phæbus rears his awful brow,
From lengthening lawn and valley low
T'he troops of fen-born mists retire.
Along the plain
The joyous swain
Eyes the gay villages again,
And gold-illumined spire ;
While on the billowy ether borne
Floats the loose lay's jovial measure' ;
And light along the fairy Pleasure,
Her

green robes glittering to the morn.
Wantons on silken wing. And goblins all
To the damp dungeon shrink, or hoary hall,
Or westward, with impetuous flight,
Shoot to the desart realms of their congeniál Night

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